blood vessel veins spanning the climb. i scratched my notebook with illegible facts about the insides of our bodies. how my lungs sigh with the terrain. how they sigh heavy with unreturned feelings. my right hand sharpied with the statement, “you choose the version of life without me.” actively. present tense. the sun is blazing the fundamental truth. grasping. that your heart. beat. beat. beat. beat. is temporary. and so is mine.
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