you know
some days
some people
some thing
always sticks
in my throat
i cough
and sneeze
and inhale vapour
i
watch
mist
fold over all thats familiar
and
it has a beauty
it's air
but its mysterious
because
its opaque
i
see
glimpses
of moments
times when someone was by my side
and
it was happy
or boring
or sad
or exciting
or
i
question it all
and
you know
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