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Air

Air.

Amid us all

Everywhere.

The zephyr in Fall

So fresh, so fair,

Whispering the call,

The croon, the caw

Of an archaic prayer

Caressing my skin in awe.

Exposed, every bone bare.

So luscious is our planetary lair;

A crystal within the cosmic cave.

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