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Almost Brave

I don’t know anything anymore
and I am just counting the staccato beats
of our breaths falling over each other as we stare into this darkness
cold & alone & cold & alone
I’m almost brave
and almost in love
and almost touching your hand
as we wish this all away.
My eyes are so heavy
and weighted down with the dreams playing behind my eyelids
but I want to stay in this waking world
just for a minute or two
so we can pass the time humming symphonies
and being almost-brave together
as we peek at each other beneath our feathered lashes
fragmenting the world and breaking up the spaces
between you & me.




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