May 26

Shadows on the walls
my features,
your features
are shadows in my head

Words on the pages
my handwriting
your handwriting
are the written words on my pages

Oxygen in the air
I breath,
your breath
is my oxygen

Everything I do
becomes something of you



- c.s.

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