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Jan 2016
Snapping the air from where it settled around my face,
dragging it to lungs .

Exhaling through lips that formed words,
I had no intention of saying.
Occasionally I get so stressed I  start doing weird things. Occasionally, I notice them.
Roberta Adele
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Roberta Adele  England
(England)   
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