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by *hal
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1409303
When he is next to me...
His face is next to mine
And my eyes are closed.
I can only feel his chest rise
And fall beneath my head. 

I hear his breathing;
Slow and gentle in my ear.
His air becomes mine
As I breathe in the oxygen he once had.

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