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Mar 2014
You're like a punctuation mark
on my vocal cords.
Making me reconsider my shaking breath.
Wondering what my words will be as I say them.
So unsure of the skin on my fingers.
Unsure if it will singe your skin
with my self-doubt and deprecation.
and my dwindling eyesight on love.
making me reconsider who i am
and indefinitely who I've been
You are the hitch in my ribcage.
The adjacent lungs in my body
withering
finding oxygen in gas chambers.
and debating on it's validity.
Lindee
Written by
Lindee  America
(America)   
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