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Beneath the Seasons

We have not yet adjusted to the cold,
our skin still raw from summer sun.
We breathed in our flaws months ago,
let them cloud up our lungs
and only now have we begun to exhale
the air surrounding us is filled with our weakness.
I reach my hand out to touch you
I can see it but god damn
I can't feel it.
I can't feel you.
Far too many moonlit mistakes made
in thick humidity
with wind on our skin.
We thought maybe if we held our breath long enough
the summer air would dwell within us
But this autumn breeze
has a way of stealing
the purity from under me
If any remains at all.
I stare inside myself,
broken window into my soul
watching my graffiti heart
pump vandalized blood
throughout my body
Love.
I was never ready.
I am always fighting a greater war,
the one that is inside me.

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