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A break to breathe in everything.
And make a promise you cannot keep.
Drive out east for ceremony.
Reveal spaces in between.
A new season without guilt.
Repaired and mended self respect.
Creation of a better reason
to see there's so muchleft.
And I'd give all to it, the last and through the end, for warm hands and a straight back that bends.
You can call it medicine. You can call it anything.
In a brave new compliment.
The way your mouth condescends.
I took a breath to think of someone.
Making ways to fake it better.