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by @iris-rebry

Only one nostril works Only one. If I am lucky. I can breathe. My mouth turns dry like the Dust on a two hundred year old piano, My teeth, like the keys, are slowly yellowing. I'm breathing like I'm opening Only one eye, I'm lopsided. And why must I breathe at all?
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