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.
Reparent Your Soul 
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