breathe_out_so_i_can_breathe_you_in icewater Its not like every other synthetically reproduced day. Its like a different sythetically reproduced day, with your heartbeat wet against the desk you lean against, held back by hoodie shirt skin muscle ribs tissuetissuetissue. The side of your eyes flicker with suspicious black as you glance to see where my eyes are focused because maybe I'm not staring at you... mostly I am stuck to the heat you draw in through your mouth, as you pretend to be bored with everything. Its ok, we both forgot it happened just as it did. 021218 ... jane hold you in 021220 what's it to you? who go blather from