I still hold my breath rather than lose it, this desperate need to clean to what was not what is like they faded ink of love note I once sent unresponded to love ceasing to exist
I hold my breath even at the thought of it, how overwhelming it all became, taking time to dissipate, the way the salt bubbles of an incoming wave does when the wave goes out again, all that once was written in sand erased, a blank slate upon which to write again, even when I do not wish to do so, aching to restore what once was, holding my breath knowing if I exhale I might never breathe again, this wave erasing that wave's embrace, justas each breath I take may never come again
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