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Distance couldn’t keep you chaste,

Your mind would wonder

Ashen in this place,

And conscious of your dreamless state

I couldn’t help but breathe you in.

 

My words could barely touch your grace

And heights as those were never ours to take.

I couldn’t help but watch you fading,

Bleeding from the outside in.

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