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medea
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your breath is one of the things you do every day every hour every moment and yet do you ever really take the time to notice? to feel? to draw the breath somewhere specific, to loosen the tightness with your breath, to fill the holes inside of you?
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000405
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WoNDERGIRL
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I can hear the breath rush out of your lungs, so quickly and haphazardly, as you so dangerously lick my neck. Do you know what you've just gotten yourself into?
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000527
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Silent Bob
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when i go too long without air after kissing you I have to recap a second and realize my place back on earth instead with my head in the clouds and i quickly let out all the air i've been holding and start over. both the breathing and the kissing.
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000605
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Rhin
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you decided the sofa was the most comfortable bed. so, every night i lay down, on the floor beside you...anxious, afraid to sleep, always listening for your breath. i would awake every half hour, as if by an internal alarm. i would shoot straight up, you asleep, and unaware of my actions, to watch for that rise and fall of your chest. i held my breath waiting for it. sometimes it would come too slow, and i could feel my fingers on the phone, ready to punch in 911, but then it would happen. i would become almost light-headed with relief. i would watch you for minutes, that seemed like hours, to reassure myself, that your breaths were steady and clear. i would whisper a thousand i love you's, reign feathery kisses upon your body, then i would lay my head down again, until next time. what i feared the most, was that you would stop breathing, and you would die, without my telling you i loved you, just seconds before. i was always more peaceful when the sun rose, because then i could watch you breathe for hours on end... in the end, you didn't stop breathing while i was asleep. you decided to stop breathing, while in my arms. i can still feel it, and smell it. i still only sleep for short periods of time. i awake, and turn to you......to watch you breathe......but, you are not there. oh my god. i can't believe how much this still hurts. why do i think of things like this, and i'm afraid of forgetting things like this. i'm still lost.....need to find my way home.
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001115
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ladyg
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rhin, i'm here for you now, just like i was that day
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001117
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Rhin
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i know. your always there. like that day. every day before. every day after. every day to come. love ya' g
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niki
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i'm on the verge of tears for the first time in a while
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J
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one time i did this thing with my smokin buddies when u take a huge ass shotgun (big hit O weed) and then somebody picks u up from behind and u hold the hit it. so anyway i did this and i blacked out and when i came to all i could see was these crazy lookin static waves and i could hear myself splurting out gibberish even tho i wasnt aware of the fact it was me. then i blacked out again...and when i came to, i saw everything in infrared vision...things with heat appeared white and cooler objects/images appeared darker in color...my friends looked like white silouhettes of people moving and talking in slow motion...sounded like groans and low decible moans...and one of them tapped me on the shoulder to try to bring me back to earth...but i was so disoriented...i had no idea who they were cuz they had no faces and i had no idea where i wuz...so when they tapped me on the shoulder i thought they were hitting me instead of tappin me...it looked like it cuz of the whole slow motion thing...and i was thinkin to myself...where the fuck am i and why am i getting jumped by these slow motion people???? it was fuggin nuts man. and then i finally came to and all my friends are lookin at me with the most shocked looks on their faces...and i was like "what just happened"...and they just kept on staring for a while at me. breathing is important.
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020227
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reitoei
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hes dead. no hes not. is there a quiver in the chest? hes dead, hes dead! no the chest rises just a millimeter. hes alive or is it just my imagination hoping maybe hes still alive? no the chest moves hes still alive the chest is still for a long moment ok now hes dead. i hate dissecting frogs.
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020312
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werewolf
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sometimes i forget to breath, like when i'm trying to imagine my brain filling my head, or the first time i smoked weed, or sometimes when i'm kissing, and that's very amateur of me, i should be ashamed, but love me or let me go.
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020312
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lycanthrope
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i want to grab your hips, and walk your mouth towards mine, i want my hands to have the exact needed pressure here, then there, i want that motion to be the one that, after i've grown used to your breathing, it's rhythm, changes it. I want that sharp change, i want this kiss to be warm then distant, then demanding and muscular, keeping your breaths sudden and deep when they can be taken, when they are not a part of something much more important. So important people hold their breath for it, and count on the other to breath for them.
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020312
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lycanthrope
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i made my friend pass out when we were grappling once. His throat went lax and stopped tightening up when i tried to choke him. I just thought he was really tough. I wasn't paying attention to his breath. When he came to, he was saying mom i don't wanna go to school. I'll always tap before i call someone else my mom.
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Syrope
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"Listen more often to things than to beings, listen more often to things than to beings... Tis the ancestor's breath, when the fire's voice is stirred. Tis the ancestor's breath in the voice of the water. Those who have died have never, never left. The dead are not under the earth. They are in the rustling trees They are in the groaning woods They are in the crying grass They are in the moaning rocks... The dead are not under the earth The dead have a pact with the living. They are in the woman's breast They are in the wailing child They are with us in the home They are with us in the craft So listen more often to things than to beings..." - sweet honey in the rock "breaths"
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020312
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vette
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:::prepares for meladramatic::: the sounds of his breathing, and the beat of his heart the perfect song to go to sleep to.
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020606
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silentbob
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its hard with you
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020716
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jg
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breathe-just breathe-take a deep breath to make sure you're still alive- I'm breathing, but I'm still choking.
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020716
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stacey
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If you were just a breath away Would you see my soul as you look into my eyes? Could you hear my heart speak as you say my name? Will you remember my touch as you take my hand? Would you feel my loneliness as you sit by my side? Could you taste my tears as you kiss my cheek? Will you know my pain as you say goodbye? If you were just a breath away
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pipedream
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i read somewhere- i forget where- that breath is the most intimate thing you can share with someone becuase it carries the essence of your being...its a messenger of your spirit, in a way. pretty.
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030315
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End Is Forever
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Now I could make this obvious and you, you could deny me all in one breath... you could shrug me off your shoulders...
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030704
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nisus
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Every breath is patient drawn in slowly held and released to find order in the world all the problems are sifting through my brain reaching a settling place a solid place where I will know they are fact breathing slowly asking questions of life and love and the future and of how much it matters if I keep breathing
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fairbecca
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it's criminal... I don't want to remain intimate any longer... your night breath, steady and strong, annoys me. (all that pesky breathing....in....and out...in....and ...out.) I reach for my pillow to suffocate myself. I'm jaded beyond repair, yes. You don't smoke. Your breaths scent, like fresh corn on the cob, is sweet and good. My side of the bed has shriveled.... even the wrinkles are wrong my wrinkles, not yours, yours are perfect. Everything about you is perfect. (bastard) I wedge my pillow between us...perhaps, at the inquest it will be decided that I have stopped breathing from natural causes. Perhaps, it will be ascertained that I just simply wanted to.
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031124
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minnesota_chris
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you're going to cheat on him
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031124
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fairbecca
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Yes, .....I WANT TO breath. My nose is stopped up. I'd remove it if I could...
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031128
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minnesota_chris
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you deserve happiness. You deserve a good guy, no matter what you have done in your life, no matter what people have done to you. REMEMBER THAT.
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031128
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pansy
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I’ve got fresh soil under my nails I’ve done it I’ve buried myself, so as to rise from ashes and reborn in your breath, your thoughts and words I will rent a room in your heart visiting your soul from time to time
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queen of darkness
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i want him to be the one who feels my last breath... i want him to be there at the moment of my death it wont happen, i know that, of course my fantasies just fill me with dread and remorse he wont, he wont be there... i know he won't care but i still want him to hold me and whisper goodbye... i want to kill myself, i want to die...
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micky jo
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his smelled of beer, hot-dogs and bars he wasn't nice drunk and i knew at that moment this wasn't going anywhere but i traveled 4 hours and he owed me this time it was going to end my way no regrets so we kissed the more we kissed the better it got until finally it was good in the morning i stole his roommates mouthwash i have no regrets but I can no longer smell hot-dogs without gagging
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lou_la_belle
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Breathe You didn't ask there was no need stealing it away giving it back I was lost amoung the clouds and hardly noticed my sharp intakes. I think you did I hope you did they were for you, only because they weren't for me.
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040501
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puredream
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So fucking valuable. Have mine.
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040627
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hsg
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ok *kiss*
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040920
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past
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each breathe feels more constricted than the last.
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130107
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what's it to you?
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