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  • Writer's pictureKyx

until i don't






















i know how you take your coffee

loads of sugar like you're not sorry

i know you like quiet in the morning

but you'd still mumble "sorry i'm boring"


crescent-shaped eyes when you smile

and how you chuckle like a child

white knuckles whenever you're stressed

i'd hold you in my arms, say "you did your best"


or that's what's left in my memories; funneled

through trains of thoughts that collide with the tunnel

of time, scrape against its boundaries

files the sadness, leaves behind the bliss


i have no use left for these information of you,

housing them in remembrance past its due

but so what?

i love you, i loved you, down to your bones

and i'll keep loving you until i don't

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