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Searching For Air
The air flows past
My desperate lungs.
Like a rescue ship
Sailing passed its victim.
My hands grasping,
Reaching to hold on.
Coming up empty
Not even touching a torn.
Looking back and forth,
Feeling trapped within.
Wishing to come up,
Just for a little air.
© Naomi
My desperate lungs.
Like a rescue ship
Sailing passed its victim.
My hands grasping,
Reaching to hold on.
Coming up empty
Not even touching a torn.
Looking back and forth,
Feeling trapped within.
Wishing to come up,
Just for a little air.
© Naomi
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