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relics
you spoke
your words are whispers
stealing around
the air
and my breath
soft
cool
filling the space
i feel mute
and your lips
move slowly
trembling
when you pronounce
"r"
a shadow begins to fall
i think the sun is rising
finally
so i cry
don't want the whispers to stop
we're only allowed to do this in the dark
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