Lungs

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gasping for air
desperately, hopelessly
her lungs were shaped out of dust
toxins and particles dotting each flesh
pulling every ounce of oxygen left

her sweaty palms
clutched her fragile throat
chapped lips apart filled with hope
please, let her breathe
she's frightened

although despite of this difficulty
there is another one that pulls her down
one that is a liability
and she thinks that maybe
her breathing should be hitched
and stay that way
eternally

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