Nothing was real.
A dream about phenomena, about them,
My dearest, Athena.
I'm sorry.
I'm cursed.
I have to go.
I have to run.
I have to sink.
I will drown you in the water.
I will surrender.
You're the wind and I'm the bird.
You're the soul and I'm the body.
Regrets.
Atrocity.
I'm a torch.
I will walk alone.
I will run alone.
And you begin to move.
Elegant.
Cold.
Heartbeat.
Breathing.
Heal my wounds while we're tidal.
While we're twenty.
While we're here.
I love you.
And you're breathing with me.
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