some lines live their early lives enshrouded in secrecy

I breathe your name inward

sucking in all three syllables

like I was the first sentient being

ever to taste them

when I breathe you out

the eye of my storm hits a calm

like a spiritual bloodletting

a unique clean rhythm

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