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Dec 2012
You hugged me, I melted into you, and

Let the old air spill from my lungs like steam from hot coffee as it hits my morning mug.

I took that one, last, long inhale before the fear set in,

And the air caught in my lungs, and panic fogged my eyes.

My knees went weak and I fought to find your anchorous eyes.

"Help me -- Help me" was all my trembling lips could demand,

Like a child drowning in the deep-end.

His hands tightened around my waist, holding nearly all my body weight

As my knees finally gave way and I fell to the floor

Like water slipping through his fingers.

He had no chance of saving me,

And with that, I hit the floor
occasionally this cold floor has a visitor or two, but they never stay around the way you do.
Harlow
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