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The New You

By Jetsrock10210, Briarcliff, NY

The air chokes the life out of me,

Grasping my larynx with a gust-o,

And my last breath

Dancing

As it has a million times before

And shall a million times more.

Seductive

It slithers and turns with breaths alien

Til my breath, mine own breath,

The very essence of my being becomes itself foreign,

An expatriate.

Take it in please,

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