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Air 4/11/2012
It's funny how, that when I'm looking for something.
All I see is air.
Spaced out space.
Forgetting when I should be in my place.
Nor is it not there.
Instead I feel the air.
Suffocating, I see no stare.
But my own in the unknown.
I wonder where?
But all I feel is nothing.

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