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This is old, but I figured I would post it for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

Join me in my ashtray appetite suppressant, in order to resuscitate my breathing pattern. The Marine Corps march that my heart has become so acquainted with keeps us both from speaking. Watch the trails of light pass by through our glazed eyes as we uncork our hearts and clog our throats from releasing anything worth making sense of. My heavy heart outweighs your brain in love, and life, and knowledge. So I burn my way through this choking cave just to catch my breath. To slow the pace to a two step waltz, and you refuse to partake in any of my merry ways. Black like my lungs is the color of this song that has painted me redundant. The few words spoken have pushed softly by your ears and sent chills down your spine. I sit listening to silence and the crackle of the fire at my fingertips. Your touch is enough to make me cough and stop focusing on my habits. I dispose of this disease in order to meet your need for my loving arms. This tandem act of partial steps continues all the way, running to that marching beat that haunts us once again; with swinging arms that pause alarms of your escape to someone. Stuck in a moment where you and this pain don’t exist. Trying to escape and waiting for you to graciously accept my invitation.