Unpromised

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we move through hours 
that were never promised
soft tenants of a world 
that keeps no names
each breath is an ember of light
slipped into our unready hands
dawn on loan, shadows rented
still we press our footsteps into dust
still we dare to lift our fragile flame
as if the dark were negotiable
as if borrowed time 
were ours to spend
and if the sun won’t one day
ask for everything back

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