air
by: poetic abortion ( 10/27/05)

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"breathing is over-rated",
she saids and tears into the little heart-shaped box (
she stops ) eyes glossy and cheeks puffed
she reminds you of a drowned duck then you giggle
that makes her breath a smile on her face and
wrapping angel dust to her thigh
she'll wrap crimson illuminati around your finger to hers;
" but it is terribly addictive. "

you love her the way you love breathing ( it keeps you
alive ) but you will never be her air ( so she stops );
"just like me." she's a greedy little thing