My lines lie

Dented and hollow,

Blurry blasts of fresh air fresh from the tree

My bones can breathe again

My heart howls

Drowsy and hot

Rain rushes from suns and gushes in glee

My tongue can taste again.

My eyes hound you

Quiet and still

Webbing up thoughts and letting down peers

My life can start again.

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