January 14, 2008
Seaside air finds the hole inside my head.
Fills me up with intrigue,
exfoliates my skin.
Leaves me here dieing,
on the sunlit sand.
My arms reach out,
Grasp at something breathing.
My pupils dilate,
I hear your heart beating.
The inside of my head,
Twisting and careening.
What to say? What to do?
What can I do from losing you?
All is fine.

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