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That last night
We held onto each other
As if we’d slip away should we let go.
We whispered each other’s names
Like they were the last things we would ever hear.
We touched
With the ferocity of starving men given bread.
We kissed
Promises of the future and tentative hopes into one another.
But the next morning
Your blood bloomed like poppies on my blouse
And all the promises were broken.