Breath

Breath

By Allie Marie

No one is wrong here.

The air of fear is crisp.

The breath of love is sweet.

We do not know how many times we’ll meet.

Our feet skid across vinyl floors.

Answers only ask for more.

We no longer know how to open and close doors.

We’ve seemed to have lost what we long for.

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