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Sep 23, 2008 22:42

 Once your breathing was regulated, I laid my head gently on your chest.  I could hear the light congestion as the oxygen worked its way out of your nose, floating warmly onto my face.  I have always loved the way the scent of your breath made me feel; the sweetness that couldn't be achieved any other way than how you were fed.

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abelsaves November 28 2008, 05:11:45 UTC
i believe you. i trust with your child's life and your own. goddamn, i miss you. i remember your passion.

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