Breathe

A soft cool whisper
Closely heard, barely felt
An emotion coiling itself,
Strangling itself,
Enlivening itself,
Revitalizing feelings
Buried deep by outside shovels
One, two, three, breathe
Stat. We've got a live one here
Dead to the world but
Living inside, a heart attack
Of emotion killing the shell,
Giving birth to the soul.

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