Oxygen
By Highhat
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I move with the sun
But these words are exhausted
And my confidence is your guess
Yet as an undefined dependent
I lean on these sweet gestures
Which aren’t meant to fool me
Into believing
I will simply dream
I’m not dying and
hang on to this self-suggested pose,
As a lanky, bony nude
Enjoying my gracious artist’s love
I speak in high-pitched, enthusiastic tones
Of fleeing
but I have a mountain to climb
Before I tell you in all openness
And unintentionally
About those unimportant events
It throws me and makes me restless
But I have a mountain to climb
When I get to the summit I will read your letter
This is the pinnacle of my mountain climbing career
When I get to the top I’m not going down again
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...As a lanky, bony
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Hi Pia, there is a passion
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Nice one, Pia. No not
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This is one of the best of
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Well deserved Cherries
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You sure have reached a
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Well this is stunning work.
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words are rarely exhausted,
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I love the sentiments you
TVR
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Wonderful, powerful and
Parson Thru
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