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Poem: Grip

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It would be so simple
If love was measured in breath.

Each day,
I could hear you tell me that you
drown.
At my fingertips.

When you stopped loving me.
Our talk fell to idle respiration

You, rasping and wheezing,
And I
Fully aware.

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