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Dec 2016
i drew a breath
the memory of you left me with no oxygen
smoke instead of air
filled the desperation in my lungs
the ache of wanting something more
were sources of nightmares
i watched clocks
wondering what time you would be back
you were already half way across the world
i was stuck on the kitchen floor
and i say this from the bottom of the biggest rock
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