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Apr 2016
The air rushes out of my lungs,
Making an involuntary exodus;
Or rather, this bad news purges the air from my body.

Purges?

It tackles my breath and-
It grabs the oxygen and forces it-
It shoves the wind right out-

This calamity leaves me unable to say how I feel.
Joven Rosencrantz
Written by
Joven Rosencrantz  America
(America)   
963
   --- and Vanessa Gatley
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