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blessed breath 9/2/2011Roaming through cataclysmic times amongst zombies and clones watching their movements, keeping them far from the plans of the MOVEMENT! Roaming around many different places, hoods, and sets, recognizing their jealousness and lack of togetherness would ultimately be their Achilles heel; Roaming inside the belly of the beast, smelling digestion, but looking at death thinking of what we should watch, what we consume never pictured what our insides might look like now that we are awoke, no more sleeping; Roaming nomadically through treeless forest, sandless deserts, and waterless rivers, fish flapping praying for H2O, vision changed from fish to human beings, all of them looking just like me, gagging for breath to pleasantly breathe, instead we're taking our last few breaths, finally giving thanks... ...for life's blessed breath... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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