Breath in clouds
Exhaled loudly to banish the cold.
Like a toker
Minus the weed
Minus the high
Minus the inevitable crash.
Breathe
In and outwards a sign
Of life
Behind my glazed eyes.
Breath in and breath out
Living
Maybe the only important thing I did today.
(c) Molly Elian 2008
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