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we paint by
candlelight
as summer draws
to an end
yet all I see
are new chapters
forming in your eyes
We’re back in the bedroom
where it all began
it's not about what is missing
it's about what you already have
like two cars
at a crossroad junction
we glided into different
paths
in my deepest
exhale
i found the
weight i carried
float away
from me
and now
i can finally
breathe
you whispered

" I wish I had met
you when you were older"

and I replied

" I wish I had met you
when you were younger"
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