The subject line robs your lungs of air

But the words inside are empty, a sad sigh.

And what comes from you is a surprise

Not even a gasp, a choke, not even a chuckle

Just a slow exhalation of almost two decades

All the moments, the bliss and the bad,

And when that stream of breath is done,

Take another, full and fresh, all your own




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