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montag runs
Poems
Dec 2011
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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