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Ether Or.

By a lachrymist

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

With cold numbing my knuckles, and the wind piercing the skin, your sweet smell brought shivers to the mind. You carressed my bottomless lungs, and filled my heart with the vapours of happiness. Then as my mind recoiled it brought the maddness to the center. Stumbling to guide the next step, my sigh of relief filled the boredom present. Slipping back within the footsteps. feeling deep with air. you brought this out of me. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 03:50 PM PST   0 • 10

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