Poetic form: Excire
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Excire: A Prosimetrum of Breath and Drift | PoetrySoup.com
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The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten summers. Light fractured through the roots of a tree, casting ghosts of an abundant life. Sharing a breath of dreams cut short by the ambitions of others – comfort in the knowledge of a life lived to the best of one’s ability. just sitting with someone in a time of S T R E S S words are superfluous …
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