One Breath, Two.

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One Breath, Two.

After you left,

She hurt,
But she smiled.
She was tired of being used to departures.

So,
At a peculiar angle, she curled up,
Fell asleep,
One breath, two,

And then, the flowers were
The only things alive in the room.

-Kimaya Ingale.

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