Kiss me, quick...

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I ran outta fingers to write

New poems, yesterday's suns
Yet these words course through me
Dedications to a life lived for you
I love you
I also fear the setting of tomorrow
Where sleep's wake is you gone
I guess we married death
This is not about you
This is for you
This is to you
This is you
I guess, we wish we knew
When time would end
So that we could love earlier
Love more and love unafraid
No more fingers to write
But palms to mold
The future is our breaths exchange
Kiss me, quick...