until my lungs begin to burnA Poem by Annelise
Being with you
Was like being underwater Muted and otherworldly Discombobulated Apart of but seperate from And all the while Your words pulsing in my veins Your fingertips burning up my skin I never even knew I was drowning
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Added on January 19, 2014 Last Updated on January 19, 2014 |

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