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Thinking back on times and dates

Of spaces and places in your eyes.

Can't quite breathe

No air escaping this face.

Dark skin goes pale

Disbelief in the air.

Quietness is all that reigns

For we know not what to say

What to do

Or even what to dream.

Stoically listening to heartbeats.

And wind.

And lights that flicker.

Thinking all the think-nots

We can muster.

Maybe this time.

Maybe this time...