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Friday, September 25, 2009/ 10:08 PM Before I breathe cold air out of my lungs. The air you haven't breathed before. I look at trees out in the park. The trees you haven't seen before. I touch my cheek, pretending it is you. The cheek you haven't felt before. I close my eyes, imagine I see you. The eyes you haven't looked into before. I hold my breath in hope for world to turn upside down. |
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