the air is growing thin
and once again im feeling like i can't breathe
my chest feels heavy
it just wont move.
my eyes fall weak once again
im not half as strong as i claim
im not where i want to be
my only peace is hidden in the moon
when the edges burr and smear
when it's unclear
in the sky
in the deep dark blackish blue.
in that feeling of winter
when the grass is wet
as it pokes my neck
laying there creating serenity.
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