Instructed with random movements of a hand.

The cold breeze of a foreign wind lashes at the skin.

Suspended
in the memory of emotion.

I gasp for air until
I can sense love.

An acquired connection.

A desperate want.

As horrible as it may seem,

it brings
sense,
and
meaning

to my very breath.

Cold inside,
humid on the surface.

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Sorry, but friends only..


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