breaths

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    breaths

    What is there to do but breathe?
    I breathe when I cry and when I smile,
    I even breathe when I dream,
    But only when I get close to you,
    My heart rate slows and I breathe my last breath,
    I’m at a loss of words when I try to speak,
    But when you look in my eyes,
    It doesn’t matter what I say,
    Or if I’m breathing as long as I’m with you.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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