he is a humid air, weighing down my lungs.
i cannot speak freely, cannot breathe.
let him stay in the room.
he is the only thing separating you from me
and we should not be
sitting so closely.
you are a creeping cat, clawing up my sleeve
i cannot think clearly, cannot leave.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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