Infatuation

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i am a mere inhabitant


in a constellation of chaos


and often times


i have a habitual inclintation


to escape from these walls


that harbor looming memories


and accept the world


as my own


 


when you left


you told me


that i was the woman


you wanted to spend the rest of your life with


and we never spoke again


 


that day i discovered


i am not only a body


and the earth does not belong to me


my transitory presence


is now dedicated to the land


whose dust is of bones


of those who have fallen


 


i will not succumb


for one day my soul can


fly higher than the tree tops


and the sea


will scrub away your last touch


 


the earth is the last remembrance


of times past


it is where


we lost people


come to find temporary peace


from boys with breath


that smelled like stale tobacco


 

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