it was air.
a frivolous pursuit.
I learned to fill my lungs
for the next sigh.
collapse withstanding,
I left my hands
tangled
in your vessels.
i am carried,
your breath quickens.
and the solitude-
a benign trickle
starts to flow.
– sheila c.
it was air.
a frivolous pursuit.
I learned to fill my lungs
for the next sigh.
collapse withstanding,
I left my hands
tangled
in your vessels.
i am carried,
your breath quickens.
and the solitude-
a benign trickle
starts to flow.
– sheila c.
sheila sea 
lovely.
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful.
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Thank you 😊
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I especially like the “collapse…” and “…carried” relationship.
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Thank you. It’s nice that you noticed.. I think my small nuances go unnoticed sometimes. 😊
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I’m sure they do, and I think we must expect that. Onward!
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I enjoy the sense of utter exhaustion
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