14. kites - unfinished
we come to know one
another well enough one another's
smells and sentences
half complete, inconcrete
barely muttered half asleep
wistfully I've kept these kites flying high and alive
times we sort of shrug off,
times we can't help but to mourn,
like there's loss that we feel we cannot forget
We're defined by this;
we clench it in our fists,
they're blades
to fight another dawn.
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