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If Galaxies Could Kiss

he never kissed me
goodbye.
there are no 
borrowed breaths 
bridging us,
no revival
on his lips.
just empty space
between memories
of when
there were no fireworks
and my feet
never leaving the ground.

🌷(1)

poetrysepiaobscuresorrowdisappointment

◄ Rust

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