tethered by the memories of breath

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For all those times
I wanted to kiss
your ghetto mouth,
I dedicate
tomorrow to you.

The sunsets are:
harmonic discourse
amplified reflections
amorous endings.

I am missing the thoughts of you.

The chill reminds me of:
warm hands
good stories
purpose.

I want to believe
certain decisions are mine
to make
but know why that isn’t
always true.

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