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Your like a cough that hurts so bad

but feels so right

floor tiles sink with our touch

And water burns into dark circle under your eyes

your exhausted

     but trails are forever when they sing songs of me and you

The wind blows

sadness is carried away in the leaves

  but not forgotten

but stuck on sidewalks with yellow chalk

  or just a reflection from where the clouds wrote it on the sun

my shoes are torn

but I’ll keep walking

Knowing we are almost home.