On Romance

Jul 29, 2025
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I have breathed, easy as speaking

Since before I could see the top shelf

That the world was foreign cold

and

That I would lightly let it go

I do still yet

find

A clenched fist and bloody teeth

And a persistence in this flash

Perhaps this is how I love

In spite of myself

Perhaps I'll die spent

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