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    • Jul 25, 2020
    • 1 min read

Storytelling

Did you forget

That story holds breath

That exhale is

Momentum

That my words are a lifetime

Of lungs contracting

When you pick up my paper

We are sustained by the same breath

For a moment

I am necessary

For a moment

You are mine

You put down the paper

Alone breath dissipates

Alone story suffocates

Come back

I am gasping


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