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I put my head back to the paper

And blend my life mistakes with an eraser



It was the day I sat on the bus

With the fogged insides

And I saw "I love you" imprinted

At my window seat that implies



A breath of new love



It was the day I took a second look

That teachers use their answer books

And that parents tell lies

To be a simple compromise



So I told you to stop breathing

Because crying had a life of its own

One of inhaling and exhaling

No difference over the phone



You didn’t know I sat and cried

When you told me of the girls waiting in line



I should have stopped time

When we sat under the stars

And replayed a memory of last February

Traced it over, our thoughts subtitled

And the feeling of a warm, conscious breath

Dazed me for a while