Strange and hesitant,
like breathing
for the first time,
I see you and
inhale memories, exhale your scent.
I want to ask you
about us
but bite my tongue.
I taste blood.
You smile vaguely,
beautiful as roses.
I always forget
what sharp thorns
you have.

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