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I rest the slope of my forehead against the concave curvature between your scapula,
now nowhere will I find rest.
I want to make a knot with our fingers nothing could tear asunder,
breathing only the air from your lips.
You have eclipsed any past that might exist.
Without you, I would have no incentive to ever open my eyes again,
or dip a toe into the pool of tomorrow,
wading in the shallows of possible happiness.

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This is my type of poetry, I love a lot about this, especially the lines:

"breathing only the air from your lips"
and
"I would have no incentive to ever open my eyes again,
or dip a toe into the pool of tomorrow,"

Would you consider making the font slightly larger and more spread out spacing.