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"You are my gasp of air.
When a sigh of relief won't do it.
Lately I breathe with bottomless lungs.
I cannot seem to fill them and you aren't here to add air to the empty.
I'm tired of the asthmatic loneliness
And all of this is landlocked.
Drowning."          
                                          D.S.B.

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