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Breathe

I breathe in
the scent of my lover
fills my nostrils
I exhale
my breath as a part of my soul
leaves me and finds her
sleeping
I wonder sometimes
If man were meant to fly
and if wings were
the only medium
of that motion.
slowly, as she inhales
her next breath
she takes me in and we become one


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