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1 " Nothing staysI’ve come to understandthat even my slightest breath escapes- flying between leavesnothing staysthis will end in piles of smokewith all my tears swimming on the floorthey are so delicate like a flower can they swim?will they survive? like wet paint that never gets to dryso your footprints fadewashing our memories awaydon’t be sadI’ve heard we were one of the lucky onesthat’s how it is, nowI, alone, writing poetry painting your face inside my mindand you happy with someone elsein some unknown placemaybe it was not our timemaybe it never wasmaybe we gave all we hadmaybe we hid moremaybe nothing's supposed to stay maybe all you were to dowas to make me into a poet. "
― awakeningthe_writer
