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Too Much and Never Enough (But we'll never have more again)

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That last night
We held onto each other

As if we’d slip away should we let go.

We whispered each other’s names

Like they were the last things we would ever hear.

We touched

With the ferocity of starving men given bread.

We kissed

Promises of the future and tentative hopes into one another.

But the next morning

Your blood bloomed like poppies on my blouse

And all the promises were broken.