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Who am I?
No air fills my lungs
I breathe in, taking all I can
Slowly, yet glutinous, never enough
To bring me back from the depths
Nor revive me, still
I struggle, gasp, in the non-existent
My eyes, blank, like the night sky
Clouded over, light diminished
Never to return, forgotten
Like a rag doll, I struggle
To find the time, that time
When the world was beautiful
And so was I
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 