Dear Air,
I just wanted to say...
You let me breathe you in and out,
And in and out,
In,
Out
Over and over again
It seems to be one of the
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We know
Without you I would not be the same.
I,
We would lie pale on the dark ground,
So vague that we appear
Colorless
Empty

Without you
I
Would not be the same
Nor would many of the others that crawl this earth.

We breathe you in and out day by day,
Is it painful?

I am glad I am not in your place,
To meet all the people you do
And to know them so well.
Giving them cold clear, and
Warm thick
kisses,
On lipstick covered, chapped, broken, and bleeding.
You still kiss them long and hard.

You skim across
In search of life.
What a burden that seems.
You are a saint
for having a care, saved my life.
Saved all that once were.
You go through the motions
With no more than... maybe not even
Praise
allowing me and many more
To live yet another day.