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In every sigh
on edge of those
porous breaths,
rests a subtle
suffering, grief
of parting, a
doomed sense
of loss of million
tiny breaths
conceived in
hollow airs
but warmed
in ashes of
mine coral
embers fueled
of inflammable
maroonish liquid
that runs its
course through
nitrogen cold
Veins, while
body fades out
once, those
delicate breaths
burn out every
minute!