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your breath no longer touches my neck

and i've been running into the wind trying to

remember what it was like

to feel your touch and the linger of your breath

but each time

it leaves me in tears upon the same hill

where we watched the sky become smoky lights

that night in July



p o e t r yOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora