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limerenceWalking on the shoulders of giants.
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by limerence

I may not remember much about how you loved me once,

But I remember how my breath used to get caught in my chest

Whenever you walked into the same room I was in, and I remember just how you made me feel every time you spoke my name

How I could feel myself folding in worship to you, and

How I would crawl if had only you mentioned for me to come closer.

I loved even though it broke me and

I continue to love even now as it fogs my mind,

binds my feet, and blinds my eyes

So many years after, and I am still wholly yours.

How do I walk away from the one who taught me how to breathe

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