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When you speak
your tongue
produces words
with heavy meaning
but they come out hallow
and I watch in awe
as they delicately float to the floor
and sink into the carpet
When you breathe
you exhale sharp breaths
and I take them in
they become dull
but I am still fixated
by the way your chest moves
when you release
your razor breaths
your existence
is toxic
your words
are poison
your breath is a dagger
I am suicidal
and you are my escape.
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