Poetry: Breathe

In

Out

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I barely feel it

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In

Out

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It’s the passing of time

It’s the rise and fall of nations

It’s the beating beast in my breast

It’s the question mark of freedom

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In

Out

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Can you feel it?

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In

Out

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It’s anger and fury

It’s the echoing end of war

It’s ragged and it’s raw

It’s a little bit bloodied

It’s very badly bruised

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In

Out

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I know you feel it

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In

Out

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It’s you taking the final shot

It’s my scream of victory

It’s the splatter of spit

It’s the red tang as I bite my tongue

It must be good to be alive

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In

Out

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I’d see the feeling in your eyes

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In

Out

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It’s not something I’d dare to mention

It’s impolite for the dead to speak

It’s being lesser and unimportant

It’s closing my eyes a humiliated little child

It’s silently waiting for my turn to breathe

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In

Out

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I barely feel it

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In

Out

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In

Out

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