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Sep 2010
The air is heavy,
As it occupies this space
Leaden molecules fill my lungs
Weighing me down
My chest aches from the pressure
Breathing, expounding the effort
I in-, ex- hale.
My weakness manifests,
In a state of pure duress.
Monica Rose
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