Without An Angel (Breathe for Me, page 1 of 1)

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Slowly sinking.
Slowly rising.
Breath is trapped by our desire.

What we want
And what we need
Is twisted up in tensing wire.

Can you breathe?
Fill your precious lungs for me.

Push and pull 'till nothings there
Love, my dear, is in the air.

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