Clayton A. Couch – AtmosphereClayton A. Couch
Need exhale; take the air again.
The air smoothes anger down,
air lingers in serious danger,
air tears lungs asunder now.
Down, the bloodstream airs
its feelings to the starved air,
heir to the throne, with cradle
all over the airwaves. Crash,
and the modern air pollutes.
return to SHAMPOO 22
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