I would like to stay down a little longer,
To hold my sides and wonder what might be.
Imagining what if my lungs were as fragile,
As delicate as I?
Because as I kiss the floor, I dream
That life could pass over like a parade
And I could awake and watch the end.
Safe on the sides.
But they're cold, and they're strong.
They take in deep, harsh air -
So real that it's choking me.
Oh, life choking out of me.
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