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Jan 2013
Inhaling the essence of oxygen
never once tainted by pollution
the taste of your breath on my skin
washing me in waves, eradicating all the pain
eroding the mountains of my own self hatred
*that would be the purest mixture of air
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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