Poetic Slurs

And as I keep chocking, you tighten your grip around my neck. And my love for you swells with each breath that you steal away. Every tear that you see me cry is a ocean of tears for you. It's true, life is nothing but Poetic Slurs and Intellectual mumble. Yet, every rhyming word, every mistaken meaning, is a trip into someones mind.
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-- And my love for you swells with each breath that you steal away. --

I like that.. a lot. Did you write that?
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