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Mar 2013
I miss the way that my heart would fall out of my chest.
When your pale blue eyes would settle in mine.
Pushed into what I thought was your heart, was only just the start.
I’ve become a mess, all apart in this establishment.
With out care or knowing where or how we are.
All I know is your skin is pure art.
Breath heavy, yet shallow. Holds so much weight.
Upon my chest you leave shadows.
This will leave me breathless, almost, but completely restless.
Written by
Courtney Karg  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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