Everything Else But This

it is not the dying we mind, but
the thought of lying inside
without the
ache
and the cry

it is the stillness we chase, to
peak when we pine, to
seek what we
find, and
find what we seek

for now, we could lose
everything else not this, the
promise
of a single kiss, and
it would be as though we’d lost nothing



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