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Breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
and pump pump pump pump pump pump
pump my blood
push it through my brain
refreshing red torrents
wash out the insane-so i can love
every person that I see-so I can feel
sweet contented peace-so I can build
across the lonely sea-so i can heal
everyone and me
I want some children
clinging to my side-I want a husband
to help me share my life-I want to play
you a masterpeice
so i'll breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
-and you-
pump pump pump pump pump pump
pump my blood
feed life to my brain-and we'll keep thinking
pretty little thoughts-and we'll keep giving
everything we've got-before I write down
this next sentance I will pause
but this I promise:
It won't be me who makes you
stop
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Invigorating read. Wow. I am inspired by your words. Pump pump pump...what is that called? Epizeuxis, I think.
Rhythmic, breathless, hopeful work.
It's great.
Thanks. Glad I clicked on this.
