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Thursday, March 29, 2018

Evening

As we sit,
Sharing drinks by the fire
I feel air
From your lungs
Wrap around the base
Of my tongue
It tastes bitter and sweet,
Hot and sour all at once
I plunge into the depths of your soul
I'm drowning
You rescue me from dying in your eyes
Only to die later
In your arms

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