I don't cast them away
Don't make a wish, don't expect
Too weak. My lung crashes
I have nothing, to
I cannot say
Except
For all the dreams
I wish I'd never had
For all it seems that
I have chantingly declared
Submissive status to icy winds
So old, back from where life begins, I
Hold. On to the breath you give me
My chest. You've given me this gift
I thank You,
I shall breathe. And
I shall live
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