He was my voice that I had lost when it all began --
Handholds when falling through empty air --
and I didn't know that oxygen could feel so heavy in my hands, but when his breath floated into my atmosphere I held it with crush grip --
for fear of it slipping through my fingers --
and I feel that I would notice myself drowning under a wave as his lips released mine, but I was blind to realize that he transferred his energy into our sea and caused the comber that leveled me --
and the one that was once my voice became my censor.
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