October 22, 2011
Laughing, laughing in the other's chest.
Gasping, rasping, gaining only trickled breath.
Widened eyes, and cackling brow:
It is too late, too late to stop this now;
For we've bellowed too long in the other's breast,
and now we carry, carry on 'til death.

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