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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Oxy-ssential


Oxygen!
That’s what
He called me.
That’s what I meant to him.
Oxygen!
People say
You need oxygen to live.
I guess
I only needed to look
At him.
Oxygen!
I thought
I could outgrow
The need for it
But him. Never.
Oxygen!
We used it all up
And then
We wilted together.
Oxygen!
Trust me,
You need it
More than
You need love
In life.

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