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Mar 2014
Stale air
like desert air,
but cool as skin;
desert air gets used though,
you breathed it.
No, this was dead air,
it opened and closed your lungs,
coming and going as it pleased
like an indecisive possession.

Maybe that's what it was.
I've been in quite a few rooms like this. I don't know if it was really the air or just the company I was keeping.
Katie Milburn
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Katie Milburn  U.S.A.
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