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of your air

i just want to take one breath
without thinking yours would be much sweeter to taste
than the air around me now;
no offence to the leaves or trees,
but you, the way you breathe,
means everything and all i need
is to hear you speak, to know
your cheeks grow round, your
lips move, and you exist
if in but a simple word
worth more than any kiss.

ain't that some fucked up shit?
such sweet apron of the sky

One Comment

  1. Anonymous Anonymous October 17, 2006

    chris
    -nan xu

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