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we are when we aren't
there's a constant tug in the
back of my throat
and when i inhale, it
goes away for while
and when i exhale,
i count stars in the
grey clouds.
thoughts have been
throwing themselves
and i swallow obediently.
if there is any depth
under book covers—
under tree bark—
under eyelids—
i can't tell, and
that alone
is such
a sad
thing.
back of my throat
and when i inhale, it
goes away for while
and when i exhale,
i count stars in the
grey clouds.
thoughts have been
throwing themselves
and i swallow obediently.
if there is any depth
under book covers—
under tree bark—
under eyelids—
i can't tell, and
that alone
is such
a sad
thing.
Published 7th Jun 2012
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7th Jun 2012 2:02am
Another fine poem by yourself but I think you should put a comma between inhale and it
