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Sia Harms
Poems
Mar 14
outbreath
The outbreath was filled with
All of the whirling worries
Of rushing highways, and
Misinterpreted words, and feet
That slipped on shiny wood.
I stared at the swaying trees,
The air cold in my throat,
And felt the metal against my
Skin, my hand over the heart
God chose to keep beating.
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