steal my hand and pull me toward the collapsing sun,
the wind in our eyes and the world in our hair,
kiss me until i forget my name
and i promise ill love you till the morrow.
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baby blue
Poetryupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
