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The Journal of Emily Davidson if we dared.
03/10/2004 01:10 a.m.
if you would let me tie my arms around your neck
i could breathe you in like a drug.
i could make you everything that you used to be
when my arms
and your neck
would meet more often.
imagine us
sharing oxygen under a sheet,
breathing into each other's mouths, and
our fingers in each other's hair or
our fingers touching cheeks;
we could be so much if we dared to try.
i believe that you are my morning
and i have lived on this planet long enough to know
that sunrise always comes.
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i've lost myself in the optimism of thinking things like
a streelight is a full moon I am listening to silence
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