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with it all

i am done
with this synthetic air;
and my burning cheeks under
your gaze.
i'll leave soon.
out, under the leaves, the
heavy grey sky,
the wind, the
real breeze.
it's just,

that
this is too big against
my chest, hard and uneasy.
and i see why they
do it now.
that need
for pain, for beautiful
adventure.
for danger, for smiles,
experience.
for the light on the blade.
for sweet blood.
for a space to let
it all flood out, so that
they can be free again.

so, you see,
i'm close.
so,
don't let me go.

Author notes

i'm not. close. but i'm close to being close.
if you get what i mean.
Written May 23rd, 2005

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