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Nov 2010
O
being alone
is like breathing
when you think
about
focus on it
you can't quite
seem to do it
right
the breaths heave
in out, up down
jagged and alien
you don't get the
right saturation
the reflexive feeling
you temporarily forget
until distracted
you fall asleep
and your body takes over.
I-
I wish it was just
like that.
But it
it is not.
Copyright FHW, 2010- From Fold The Truth
F White
Written by
F White
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