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Release {a poem}

So breaths of mine
come stolen
and yours vaguely catches

i’m told
push… shhh
now hush
only my cries offend

it is, i am, you are
done

how to end
this thing that just began
this twining of your infant hand
and my hate

go bravely
without me
but with my strength
that you tore
from my fate

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