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jar

Maybe someday everyone need
To just stop
And make their own
Jar.
Jar with this breath that came from you when you saw them
the one after read the poem you'll never forget
The one seeing flowers next to your bed
The one with closed eyes but open mouth
The one no one hear but it's so loud that you hear the silence for the first time
The one you said that will stay.

well, maybe someday,
You will find someone.
Looking at you with whole lungs,
And holding one.
A jar
The tender one.
The one when you look at it
and breath out.