Inhaling but not really breathing,
Looking but not really seeing;
I feel like I’m half a person:
A quarter shadow, a quarter dream
It wasn’t just thoughts I shared with you;
It was also the clouds…
It was also the trees and breeze,
It was also the sounds
You leaked words from your eyes,
Spilled sex from your lips.
You played songs on my body
With tunes from your tips…
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