I really hope it is because of the period.
Sighs.

It was there
It is here now
In and within me
A circle around you.

Gentle, a suffocation
Sweet, these strangles.
Delicate, a wound
Fragile, we are.

Swift the scythe
Cuts the bond
No longer breathes
Henceforth, zilch.


-->Stina Nordenstam - Bird on a Wire<--

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