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499 · Dec 2011
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Michael Thane Dec 2011
The skies are clear
And dusk is near.
The park is empty,
My heart is lonely.
But you, are near.

My feelings are furtive.
My lungs, active,
Teeming with molecules.
We share, as we breathe
In, out, in and out.

In darkness we part.
Part of you in me.
Part of me in you.

— The End —