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Jul 2016
Once my body is sprawled across the sands
of an uninhabited island--
a peninsula that has never been owned
but owns me--

and I have been drowned twice.
When the only sensation in my body
is apathy chewing a hole through my cheeks,
I will save my last breath for you to take.

And you could breathe it back to me
if you ever find where I am
I was talking with my friend the other day about how there is that kind of love that even when you feel like all life is taken away from you, it will breathe life back to you.
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Peninsula  QC
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