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The words
even leaving my lips
touched but lightly
the breadth of what i felt
when I first spoke
your name

these words-
harsh shadows-
phantoms on the walls,
touch but lightly
the enormity of my pain
when I first said
I loved you

these words
ripped me in half
because I knew
at that moment
all I could really hope for
was a moment in the sun
anticipating the sunset
rather than enjoying
the warmth

these words
make me bite my lip
because i knew
in that moment
you had all of me
and all i had
was that want of you
that need of you
those hundred and one
wishes

these words
plotted my golden descent
into this state
and in this decline
the word on my breath
is
regret


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