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About last summer
Sometimes you're only fading mist clinging to windowpanes,
trailing my every second as you have before.

As if we're still encircling the same unforgiving,
violent mirrors of one another.

I just wanted to stay wrapped up together,
the knowing rhythm of our bodies perfuming the dark,
the warmest place I'll remember,
tracing bridges I've been meaning to mend.

But it's not time to go yet,
to say goodbye to the cracked vessels cradling us.

Sometimes you're only thunder sweeping through the bleached sky,
etching every step as you have before.

As if we're still navigating the same dangerous curiousity,
turning our fevered hands into monsters.

I just wanted to stay wrapped up together,
each soft exhale and wisp of light in your eyes
threading together its own tongue,
the sound I'll cling to while moving along these vast, interconnecting terrains.

The alluring gaze guiding me remaining cold, flickering,
setting adrift what was once an intimate and precise course.

Tracing fragile bridges I cannot mend,
bridges I've too much faith in to torch alone.

Sometimes you're more than the love,
whether made or stripped of,
fusing with me as you have before
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