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Justine Mendoza Apr 2013
I breathe into the

air

and it smells like

ecstasy -

like an old familiar

body -

that once        conspired

into my

                      skin - elevated

by                  heat,

into the          freezing winter.

And it dissipates,            

                              again.

— The End —