Wednesday, May 16, 2007

push in push out
pulse pulse
A hand once
left soft on
my face pulls itself
down my chest
marking lines for
my heart to fall from.
left in your wake
I thought i'd
suffocate
without you there
to move my lungs
but now I find
You were the most
beautiful chokehold I've ever known
Pulse pulse

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