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lonely breathing

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you walked along these halls,
a night in mind;
you knocked down these photographs,
hoping to replace every one with
yours and
with mine;
you left the windows open,
spilling the forgotten dreams
you shed like leaves
all along
this over-lackered hallway–
only after
i realized
i never saw your lips fain happiness–
and now is too late–
the clock’s hands
cover our only window;
perhaps you could
inhale,
inhale,
exhale
the words you know
belong to me;
perhaps you could
breathe
to break this silence
and
can you
hold that knife closer,
through our hands/into
our chests and fix our falling
so a second passes
and daylight can be seen
while i am rooted
and you are the breeze
making love to me.

every word every breath
to be as smile upon your lips

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