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bound

 
 
Your mouth is  
a needle
basting ribbons  
through me;  
 
my skin
a corset
around  
your air.
 
It's hard to breathe  
 
when so  
tightly tethered  
through  
your  
nonpareil  
loom.  
 
I inhale
 
when you  
pause;  
 
or  
not at all.  
 
 
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