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lungs

the loneliness in his eyes
was like trying to breathe with a collapsed lung
it left me breathless every time
he gave up enough
to let me see into his soul
and view someone deeper
than a skateboard junky
with a philosophy addiction
and a habit of drinking himself to bad dreams
where I was just a haunted late night lullaby

© 2012
Written by EveAteRedApples
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