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breathe some air. So much has been told I would add no noise, Rather become silence.</p><p id="3b1e">Then I draw a simple line, A slack line over the void, I almost touch the tiniest. Now I hear the subtle, Tiny rustles of life, Then of a sudden A flapping of wings Echoing in the space.</p><p id="7410">I feel like a china bubble Crisp and fragile. I need This vulnerability to perceive The subtle of this transparence.</p><div id="2ab9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium
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I’d rather paint the void, Rather breathe some air. So much has been told I would add no noise, Rather become silence.
Then I draw a simple line, A slack line over the void, I almost touch the tiniest. Now I hear the subtle, Tiny rustles of life, Then of a sudden A flapping of wings Echoing in the space.
I feel like a china bubble Crisp and fragile. I need This vulnerability to perceive The subtle of this transparence.
