A Breath

My world

My own chaos

Surrounds in ways that 

nobody can feel but I.

My thoughts

My own ideas

provokes me in ways that

nobody can harness but I

My breath

Life we all need to be

can be exhaled in selfless ways

To share with eachother until we take our last

Breath

My

Our

Breath

 

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