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Sep 2015
How do I capture the air?
How do I bottle the free?
It moves to its own beat;
it dances to its own music.
How do I capture the air?
(You talked to a writer, bro smiley)

You force it into your lungs, and pray it stays till you can breathe it into me.

How can I hold it in that long?
It will die inside me before I could ever reach your door,
and I will die before I could see
our meeting place
your shadow at the end of the road
Just the merest hint
that I'm this close.
But I can't.
I can't cross that distance.
I can't see you,
because death will tear us apart,
because of my foolish pride,
because I dared tried
to capture the air.

Then death should be the sweetest thing to touch your lips, next to the air that brought u[s] together and tore us apart.
This is from a series of screenshots of a Messenger thread long gone, with this particular exchange taking place around mid-June to late July 2014. Line breaks indicate a change in speaker. It started as a pasalubong joke, but yeah :)) I hope you're okay. Thank you for the art.
Nae Ayson
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Nae Ayson  Quezon City
(Quezon City)   
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