Saturday, December 1, 2012

most of the air

Most of the air I pump out of these lungs is 
toxic but you breathe it,  
and you love me, and you want me. 
And I want you from your essence to your skin. 
I’m wanting to present the best of me; all I have is this.

Most of the air I pump out of these lungs is 
toxic but you breathe it, 
and you love me, and you want me. 
What am I to have that you’re so sure? 
You sought me without flag so I know. 
I know.

-Zach Winters



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