Exhaling in,
to let it out,
smooth as sin,
drawing slowly in,
a moment's breath,
one of many times,
of many kinds,
long as it lasts,
a sweetly relapse,
it is my cast,
to live is to be,
I know no cue's,
perhaps,
I'm over due.
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