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Jan 2014
Breathe in.            
                        The cold air burns as it travels
                                               down my lungs.

Breathe out.
                        The hot air warms the little spot
                                             where my nose and mouth meets.

The sharp crisp cold air
embraces me like a long lost
friend desperate to reconnect.

My warm heart greets the morning
with love, and joy I get to
breathe in and breathe out
one more day.
eunsung aka Silas
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eunsung aka Silas  M/Virginia
(M/Virginia)   
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