with every breath, i breathe in more than i can hold.

with every hour that passes me, another story left untold.

with every heart beat, a decision, a choice for me to make.

will i receive what i’ve been given? call it gift?…or mistake?

do i keep and hold and treasure, do i honor and uphold?

or do i pass the opportunity to another to behold?

is this beauty or desperation? is this yours…or is it mine?

is this a passing moment, or something more sublime?

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