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Mar 2013
I evaporate
Slowly like a puddle
Into humid air

My particles
Invisible
To her eyes
To his eyes
To your eyes.
But felt heavy
In her lungs
In his lungs
In your lungs

I condense
Reluctantly like a scared teenager
Into the middle of breath.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   ---, JL and Emanuel Martinez
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