If I cough or sneeze my sparrow just hold your breath like Lazarus the shark and if your breathing becomes narrow I'll turn off this glare and make these dusty shafts of light depart, if there's dust in the breeze and your alveoli, those cauliflower, as sea anemones contract to make those visiting breaths become shallow I'll tap tap the barnacles off your back. Sigh! Our breathing it holds up the sky, the fact makes my heart whistle like a kettle. Of course I'll bring your Ventolin ghosts of care give hope to December, I know I'm being soft and saccharine, but this thing is rare - archive it everywhere.
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