Every Sigh

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  …

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