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Tag: death

Out of breath

We draw close to each other
In the light of the street air
which squeezes trough the shades
A drop of air creaks back and forth between the windpipe and the lungs
My hand softly on your burning skin
You groan, pant
want to draw your breath
I sit beside you
You have an adult look
The tiny rasping breast
I hold you in my arms
My soul cries out for help
We hold on to a border of a garment
A second
Air in a small mouth
We cling to the Word of life