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Life in Lungs and Clenched Fists MAG
Life is made of gasps of air
And that sounds deep but it's just true
As shallow as our frantic breaths
My chest's been heaving since the womb
So I guess I know the drill
Life breaks down before a fist
An accident can cause a war
Clenched teeth drinking in their claim
Of fear and oxygen
Angry eyes speak words my mouth has
never learned
And I shake beneath my smile
Life knocks on every bolted door
In a rhythm quite familiar
Poetry tapped out in Morse
Vibrations of the soul
Which is to say, our heartbeats
And a couple gasps of air
I've always found it somewhat strange
The way we say that things can come to life
Really, it is life that comes to them
With a pressure on its rib cage
And a weapon by its side
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