lame dissenter,
years before,
we found each other
growing sore.
"redhead!", I try to shout, "don't you leave!"
redhead, I wanna dare you to breathe
but I'm too far behind
already sitting on fire.
we're scattered over
traced in every moment
what is yours and what's mine
at the end of this line
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