she slowly inhales,
thoughts going wild,
a story he told her that struck her,
is of him as a child,
a child with freedom in his fingertips,
and a girl who gave him everything,
but the past is beyond anyone's reach now,
both decided to end it and continue living,
and as she exhales,
tears did not let out,
only a slow and heavy release of breath,
coming out of her mouth,
not because she's sad for them,
but something much more,
she knew the past did better than her,
so she ended up thinking all was better for him before.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
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