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Jan 2016
it wasn't until i was sitting
on the floor of my shower
hyperventilating your name into
              my hands when i realised

                         that

you were the air i struggled to
                         breathe

and i wasn't even the dirt
          under your ******* fingernails
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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   Harry Cencer, --- and Little Bear
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