Thursday, August 31, 2017

There is a love that stands still
Under the closed window
Of an abandoned house,
That used to be its safehaven.

There is a love that inhales once a year
Under a closed window
That lights up this exact day
And exhales all the other days.

There is a love that lasts
By saving its breath.

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