She crosses the lines

And thin boundaries

In the effort to disguise

The spirited dust

Behind her eyes

That so blinded

Just for a time, held

An embrace of

the darkening sky

Held deep,

no definition of clouds

Clear air blows in the

Feelings, stirring up

She breathes deeply

Sucking the air right out

of your chest

when she

looks at you,

choking, the corruption

Of the tissues

the self
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