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What if

We breathe
It means
We are alive
Unfinished thing’s our life
It’s like a painting to draw
It’s like a garden to learn
To tend
Nothing is set in stone yet
It can be over, can be more
When being together

But what if we are being apart
What if there’s space cut with a knife
Between the two of us
If one of us has died
Or left
It’s over then
What’s done is done
Cannot be fixed
The time has run
Out and everything we can do is
To chip away the layers of the paint
See what comes off and stays in hands
Look for a shape
Look for a sense

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