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It swirls in the air, like warm breath on a winter night, the dark hues of grey and white.
The flapping sounds of birds wings flutter, flap, fluttering.
Above, across to the left and the right, all around the sound echoes in the silence of the dark cold night.

Drowned out by the exhale of a breath, in, out, in, out.
Chest rising and falling, rise and fall, rises then falls.
Tears, scattered across the dark blue sky, night had, night has passed us by.

It's harsh, the ache aligned along your throat.
Coughing, breathing, deep breaths, coughing, gagging, take a breath.
Pressure, pressing, press, cough, coughing, gagging, taking in ragged breaths.

It hurts, the ache slowing the beats inside yout chest.
Thump, thumping, pause, pause, rest, thump, thumping, thump.
Pause too long, rest, deep breath.

The movements of long thin fingers across exposed flesh.
They dance, they move, sweeping, cressing across open wounded flesh.
Nails digging, deep, shallow, deeper, shallower breaths.

The mind wonders, lifts into the ice blue sky, past the colorless clouds.
Beyond twinkling stars, past the voices who wish and hope.
Hands clasped tightly, eyes shut, I wish, I wish, I wish upon this star tonight....

It's just another one of those things....
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This is what happens when I'm left pondering, playing classical music and smoking.
Yeah, I know.
I had to take a brake from the painting and writing. Yet here is another poem.
I work best at 2:30-ish am with a pack of smokes and classical music, in a half lite room.
*snorts*
But here is some incoherent weird blabber. Sorry if you can't understand my jumpled off-centered mind.