Gregory Pettigrew (etherial) wrote,
Gregory Pettigrew
etherial

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Same


Maybe somewhere else
Will not be half as cold as me.
The curtains drawn, the winter sun
Makes patterns on your face.
It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise.

It's the same.
It's the same....

Baby, won't you breathe?

Hold me in your freezing arms before we have to go.
Bent a little but it's not because I know the truth.
The windsheild of your little car is frosted through the glass.
The clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats.

It's the same.
It's the same....

Treat it as a test.
Baby, wont you breathe?

It's the same.
It's the same....
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