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19 . 05 . 2013
when the cool night air breeze passes through the open window and into the room i only want to lie next to you perhaps in murmured conversation perhaps in the loud silence of deep breathing when the air stills, i feel suffocated like the only way i could breathe again would be to breathe you |
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