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Nov 6
A simple draft of air in the lungs
like I’ve done a billion times.
Exhale to hum a song I’ve sung
that calms with comforting rhymes.

In and out and rise and fall,
to feel my stomach be moved
and breathe through fears and all
‘til wrinkles of worry be smoothed.
A snapshot of my feelings in light of current events
Written by
Jack Groundhog  53/M/Potsdam, Germany
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)   
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