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have you me.

lighter than longing
your voice penetrates me,
quietly trespassing inside inflamed halls
that make my lungs,
feather footsteps singe the lining,
burn the blood vessels
and effectively belie honest intentions.
you do not break the bones
but hollow them out,
waiting for wind to fail wing.
you make do as my very own impasse.

13 Oct 10

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very cool poem.  do you need line 4?  what do you think?  I think the rest is great though.
 — JKWeb

impasse...whoa! 'like this! :)
 — unknown

ln 4 ?

'effectively' in ln 7 ?

i enjoyed this.
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