lint
stuck in my throat
caught in my lungs
not that
i could breathe anyway
in the blistering sun
not that i
would want to breathe
deep beneath the surface
of a water dream
i would let go
only if i wanted
to fall again
and i'd cling to
these things if they
crushed me
and only if they
really would do it
bravely
With lint in their eyes
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