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Nov 2020
I held,
my breath,
a little too long.
Cheeks turned blue,
as I started,
to float away.
The world,
faded gradually,
beneath my feet.
Was I,
dreaming?
Most likely,
just not,
breathing.
Written by
Datore Fargo  29/F/Kansas
(29/F/Kansas)   
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