f o r t y n i n e

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pale white skin and cold blue lips
eyes sewn shut and matted brown hair.
a last breath lingers in the air, not too long
to keep you here, but not too short to
forget you.
a heart once beating now still and
lungs that no longer fill with air.
lips parted as if you tried to speak,
but nothing comes out.
not even goodbye.

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