The night before last


I’m the soul snatcher.

But tonight you took me to the edge and

Knowing I couldn’t do it, you pushed me

And jumped with me

It was too much,

Well deserved; the best.

I was breathing normally

And gasping sometimes

And inhaling

I was dreaming

I was lush

I was in and out in and out in and out

I was mine then yours then mine then yours

Well, yours

You took it

So I’m yours

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