I am more than a breath of air
the blood streaming through my veins
Diagnosed
Normality no longer at finger tips length
We all want to be different
No
The same
All in a book
Quick change
Translate
In a book
We see
Could determine
our breath
our outlook
our blood
Eyelashes
tangled eyelashes
Diagnosed
There aren't any more avenues to take
Until we stop and look.
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