Breaths

They curl in and out,

Deep and Slow.

Sliding over your tongue, 

Gliding around your teeth.

They take death in, 

And let life creep out. 

Soundlessly labored, 

They huff all about. 

Without me, they say, 

You'd have nothing left. 

Nothing but a life without death, 

And a death without life. 

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