YOU COME TOO
A second plane flies low over the watcher of squirrels and dogs swimming.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sometimes
I breathe in and in
until I can’t fit anymore air
inside.
And I keep breathing in
until it is
impossible
to fit any more
air
inside.
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