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Feb 2014
Your breathing stops.
"Breathe!"
I remind you.

And now you're not here
it's this absence of breath
that reminds me.

And what wouldn't I give
for you to be here
asleep next to me
breathing heavily
or not
in my ear.
Hannah Morse
Written by
Hannah Morse  Wales
(Wales)   
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