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these lungs

this air that travels and wet through window, grasps my face in welcome has scent of field grown uncut, pastures lost forgotten- the edge of city restless like the breath that fills these lungs and seeks a path elsewhere

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montag-runs

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Published: Dec 18, 2011
LinesWords: 1239

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