Quandary

O dear…
You are my breath…
But at times it’s choking when you fill me
You are my breath…
And it’s suffocating if you leave me

It is my predicament
That I can’t accommodate you
And at the same time
I can’t live without you

A quandary so complex
Can you just pull a cord
So everything… simply falls in place?

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