Madness

Familiar palms press upon on my breastbone

As if the pair were longing to devour my heart;

Floating feather-light fingers crush my lungs

As if this was love for breaths and beats to stop;

But if you are gone I have fallen into madness

If you are near enough to grasp my heart and lungs.

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