lucky

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every night i think about your final breath;
and every morning when i rise to find you with me,
i call myself by your name.
you grew up so quickly,
you grew into your mane,
and i curved my body away from the sun so i could grow into you.
we reached adolescence,
adulthood
together.
best friend doesnt describe the time we spent.
to know you is love,
and i am
lucky.

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