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My Heart Forgets To Breath

Kussmaul a german man for which a pattern of breathing was named breathing that is a reflex which the body uses to correct a sickness at first shallow then deep and fast Cheyne-Stokes a pair of men which coined death breathing breathing which in its irregular pattern sometimes even stops as death knocks I am not a pillar physician for which my breathing can be named but what do I call the breathing which overtakes me when you near no pattern at all in fact sometimes I just forget forget to take a breath until my body realizes I am starving and gasps and even then I wince with each breath as if all my energy concentrated on loving you burns away and my lungs can't quite reserve enough to breath in the times you come close to me

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