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Dec 2012
It's like I'm the air
inside a canyon
[I mean,
that's the air I breathe]
Like I'm hot, dry
I come gushing around
the corner.

The edge
where
water is supposed to be
used to be
what's supposed to be in a canyon?

If not you
or me.
Or everyone in between.
[Montana
Idaho
Tennessee]

There's nothing
in a canyon,
but this air
[the air I breathe]
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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