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Sweet
air...
my
lungs are empty
breathe
your air into me,
bring
me back to life
In
this state of unconscious sleep
my
eyes have seen the other side
everyone
looks happy, free from the worries of this life
as
I look around searching for the afterlife you
you
are nowhere to be found
without
you around there's no reason to be here
breathe
harder my dear, faster....faster
air
never tasted so sweet
as when it's breathed from your lips...
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