Your breath is languid.
I can feel it on my neck
In, out
Moist
Carelessly you inhale
dead skin cells
hair dye fumes
my soul
Saturday, April 11, 2009
April 2nd, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 7:50 PM
Labels: library, photography, poem, relationships
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