I have nothing more to write to you.
I have lost my breath — for the first time.
The first of my last breaths.
My breath has blown itself away.
No more self-pity and anger, no more death —
only the passwords of tender touches and quiet fraternity.
Only this: I love. You stay.
Breathe —
a new way. A new way into eternity.
The first time:
www dot Without Words The Way.
THE COMBUSTION
Poetry Cycle by LDK
No. 2
I have nothing
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