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as breathing became harder
I reached out for your hand
desperately wanting for you
to save me from this pain
but it was already too late
darkness flooded my eyes
I glanced at you one last time
but you had your hands around my neck
[l.b.]
3:26 a.m.
YOU ARE READING
lachrymose souvenirs
Poetry(✓) in which i desperately try to weave my burdens into poetry.
