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Respiratory System

Hands shake after intake

of brown and green.

Catch the breath

keep it till it leaves.

Pretend, through the muddle,

that this hasten heart beat

isn't bumping blood cells

filled with defeat,

that the O2 isn't poisoning

the alveoli that absorb it,

sending this brain, and all

it entails, straight to

hell.

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Written by
daniel-magner
American
Published
Jun 27, 2013
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© Daniel Magner 2013

I refer to hell with a lowercase because I doubt its existence. In this poem I use it as a metaphor.

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