in the mist of it. Stuck in the
front of it. Obsessed with the delicate
way it might fall when you breathe too
much in all at once. Too strong when you want
it to go it will not stay apart
of your reflection if
you stare too long
it passes
like a shadowy space in a dark room with a slightly
open door. When you want more
it takes away your free
will it takes away your true
self ish ness.
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