if I leave the minute to look backward
at your body walking into a lit room
no one,
I hear your laughter
commending what I have left of bravery
that I have loved a ghost
dedicated my life to the shadow of a star
because it was easier to be in the dark
morbid, I know
but for some reason I think of you
young and raw, like a new apple left to nature
no one wins against time
it is the only race
I have been running for years.
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