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Jun 2019
To those who ache,
rusted by love.
Breathe.

When you are standing,
shinny and new.
Breathe.

When you are ready,
scramble the sharp rocks.
And Breathe.

When you find yourself,
Tell yourself to,
breathe.

Find the breathe of you,
and keep breathing.
Jason Drury
Written by
Jason Drury  40/M/New Hampshire
(40/M/New Hampshire)   
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     Jayne E and Bogdan Dragos
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