Skim reading
Your skin
Reading
My lips
In this house
I am suffocated
Could not have been more glad
For you to take away what little air
Was left in my lungs
Clamp me down
With the lightest brush of your lips
You retract
I remain pinned in place.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Skim reading
Your skin
Reading
My lips
In this house
I am suffocated
Could not have been more glad
For you to take away what little air
Was left in my lungs
Clamp me down
With the lightest brush of your lips
You retract
I remain pinned in place.
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