En text lik den förra, samma egentligen fast i andra ord, ett annat perspektiv. Återigen utan översättning. Som alltid, så har radbyten och komman en poäng.
Your breath quivers, shakes, trembles
hitches.
It's unsure, caught, stuck, thick
unstable.
And I did that to you. Damn.
And those eyes. In them I saw
all that you felt right then,
how you saw me, what you
wanted to do with me, with
all your being - merge with mine.
It damn near killed me too.
I wanted it to.
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