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somthingofanart
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She held oxygen between her fingertips.

Oxygen

She held

oxygen between her fingertips.

They draped down like chains,

holding my lungs

captive,

oblivious that

It was ever anything

more important than

mist.

Struggling for air had become

a new function to me

a long time ago.

She fidgeted with it as if

It were a simple toy,

and I watched, hoping she'd feel playful and

blow some

in my direction.

I always wanted to ask her

to share a little more,

but it's hard to speak

with empty lungs.

I remind myself that

it's ok

as she turns her attention

away from me,

away from her air,

to tend to something more

entertaining.

I'm used to living a life

with something I

need

just out of my reach.

I'm not sure I'd want anything

different

anymore.

She says something, and I laugh.

The underoxigenation starts to make me silly

I laugh. I think of her, and me, and everything, and laugh.

It's getting darker, but it's silly.

Haha.

If only she knew how valuable

That air

Was

To me

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