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Tightly wound, and I
contemplate wound versus wound.
Do I wound tightly? Tightly wounded I
have been and I can tell you
even still it aches. We're a disco ball
of mirrors to each other.
May we loosen yet. Oh, but see the light
dance in endless reflection
as ever we spin. Each cell of you breathes
poetry. The musk of it
makes me crave your air. We breathe in, breathe out.
Poetry surrounds us all.
We simply must breathe. (Slight revision…)
We breathe in, breathe out.
Poetry surrounds, binds us.
We simply must breathe. 
