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read me like braille underneath your fingertips.
breathe me in like i’m the last clear breath you’ll ever take.
love me hard and spontaneously,
without thought to anyone but us.

because although we won’t be forever,
maybe the memories we make will be enough.
Maybe she wondered a little too much
About how your licorice kisses would taste like
Underneath the fractured moonlight
Or maybe she finally understood
That a smile doesn't always mean happiness
And that sometimes you gotta let go of what hurts,
Just to find what matters.

— The End —