I dread the day when

Our end become our means;

When our hearts grow too still and struggle to

keep the beats in harmony —

I had a hard time sleeping last night

Your memories kept me awake.

The sound of your laughter danced to the intimate pitch of my screams.

— When I awoke, I forgot you ever existed at all.

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