So often it seems that the air has thinned...
Thinned; and robbed of its flavor..
Why? Didn't you feel the same..
The breathing was easy in littlehood...
very happily would the wind carry..
innocuous jokes, friendly bantering..
the fragrance of protection was there though unadmired...
Now, there is a miasma of offense..
less and less words have thinned the air..
there can be so waves as such..
no 'expression' to put my death-wish,
I would die, without choice..
In : "little air to breath."
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