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Lace.

If angels breathe, you are their sigh
Whispering gently in the wind
Flowered lace; you are woven into the threads
Tying me together, lacing up the corners of my lips
Mountains cannot imprison you
You are immortalized in the fine silk
Covered in dust, tucked firmly into the corners of your bed
Untouched from the day you left



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