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Apr 2015
Your lungs bare a breath
That drives my sensations,
Wild.

A warm, slight gust.
It takes me aback,
Like a house attempting to withstand
The mightiest of hurricanes.

I am defenceless
Against your daggering, crystal blue gaze.
It pierces my soul,
And penetrates my very heart.

I am a wounded warrior,
My heart no longer a heavy hitter,
But a lingering weakness.

Stepping into battle against your tender touch,
Would prove to be a futile mistake.

I will tremble before you,

As many have before.

You are the anchor,
Bound to my feet,
I cannot stay afloat
Whilst you plummet,

To the ocean floor.
Dylan Nicklason
Written by
Dylan Nicklason  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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   Shelby Clayton
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