The question is:
How will I breathe?
They say hope and think
of whom you will breathe with.
Time was
you were
my breath.
my breath.
Reason to draw one even, krishna.
Today, I breathe my options
into a brown paper bag.
Drink in my own carbondioxide.
That’s how independent I am.
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I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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