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We used to be the wind

flying past essences of a broken dance

Halfway to the edge

of the sleeping world’s plans

And the dawn rose in our faces

begging us to repeat the dance every day

But it burned too close to danger

We were reckless, as they say

Now we’re caught in a net

on opposite sides,

brushing hands every so often

I’m still holding onto the sky

Miles and meters, pure hallucination

I can’t stop glancing your way

Frozen tears and battleship barriers,

my tongue can’t figure out what to say

But I still see your eyes

in every star that passes me

And I still hear your voice

when the moon sprints and sings to me

And I’m justified in wishing

cause the things I never had

were rolled up inside your sheets and

thrown away with everything we had

Come what may,

I’m still

pinching myself

running till I run wishes out of your chest

kissing till I kiss your shadow out of breath

loving till I love myself

out of this mess