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One deep breath at a time
I take one more, just to taste the sun
Shining down through the trees
Laughter bubbles from memory long forgotten
And I smile as this breath, my last, fades
unnamed 3
One deep breath at a time
I take one more, just to taste the sun
Shining down through the trees
Laughter bubbles from memory long forgotten
And I smile as this breath, my last, fades
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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