"Who am I?" I ask you.
You smile and say,
"Darling, you are everything."
***
Who breathed your breath before you did?
What suffering, what hope does our oxygen carry?
Maybe we are all sharing our hurt in different dosages.
***
"How old do I look?"
"I know you're 16, but when you're happy you look 12."
"When I'm happy?"
"Yeah, you start glowing."
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