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Jan 2021
It starts from the nose,
To oxygenate the brain.
The dilation of the lungs, hopeful, yet not at potential.

I am trying.

The exhale
Reminds me I have to start again soon.
Once again,
At the nose.

The simplest things are sometimes the hardest.
Written by
Kate Livesay
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