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Breathing

by Tiffany Beales

My lungs suffocating,

with the absence of you

Something in my throat,

that goes by afternoon 

In morning,

As I morn for you,

I die peacefully in my mind.

As I drift into the air,

I act like nothing,

I act like you would.

Nothing.

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Friday 17th May 2019 11:02 am

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