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I can hear my room mate breathing in-out,

uninterruped only by the sounds of the night,

the sound of water trickling down in-out

I feel ashamed that my typing is so loud,

A sound I'd nevered noticed in-out,

she had always seemed to just drift away,

by now I hear it loudly in-out,

as if her breathe could seize the page,

how powerful she is in-out,

in her peaceful dreams,

No bigger than a church mouse in-out,

but she is not rat,

sweet dreams dear room mate in-out,

as your breath reminds me you are alive,

good nite world in-out,

for I have class at 9