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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Summer air.
Hot and dry.
I can't breath.
This summer air.

I wanted this.
All winter long.
Now it's here.
This summer air.

I pray I could breath.
I want to.
Sing and
dance and
swoon you.

I plan to.

When my lungs are adjusted.

Adjusted to this summer air.

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