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May 2019
sitting
outside
i allow myself
a breath
through the pain

the wind
moving
alive and free
pitter patters
against my face

the sunlight
feels anew
but diluted;
thoughts
clouding beauty

i pull myself
open
asking for warmth
yet, cool breezes
push by

i ache
for a touch
of the sun;
so much,
iā€™d die for it
written on: 2.18.2019
t. phoenix
typhany
Written by
typhany  here and now
(here and now)   
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   David Prince
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