You are here.
Warm blood pumping
through chilled veins.
And I am here.
Yes, the I am that I am.
I am here.
Above you, crisp air.
I am.
Below you, cold metal.
I am.
Surrounding you, soft wool.
I am.
Breathing words through your pen.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I am here.
-Lydia Joy Serafino-
10/25/2012
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