For When Breathing Becomes a Chore

For When Breathing Becomes a Chore

A Poem by Selentic
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The absolute worst poem I've got. Seriously. It happened in twelve seconds.

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Armed even with my telescope
  It isn't enough to see your eyes
 So let me look with mine and you with yours
    To those stars up there in the sky
   And see ourselves see each other
      With eyes among the lights

© 2008 Selentic


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Selentic
Selentic

Westlake Village, CA



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I'm an 18-year-old human male currently studying English at California Polytechnic University in San Luis Obispo, or otherwise vagabonding throughout the universe with a guitar in hand and a girl in a.. more..