Why is it always the slow death
at the arms of a lover
with a smothered last breath
and not the other?
Why the one from which you burn
with a kiss of goodbye
but can never return
after another try?
Why the one with the longest wait,
the cause of the deepest despair,
and not the most welcomed weight
which at once blows and shortens the air?
16/04/2019
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