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An Ode To O2 in A Likely Story

  • Aug. 10, 2013, 5:20 a.m.
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You like to think you’re so alone,

a rock, unturned, a heavy stone,

but that air you breathe materialized

somewhere out in space and time

with the hope to one day be consumed

and find a purpose worthy of the wound.

So be the one who shows the worth

of this floating mass we call the earth

to this lonely traveler far from home

who gave you all that you’ve ever known.


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