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It is not a tickle but a fluttering of air
skirting the upraised flesh of my arms.
It is not a sigh but the sway of the air
swirling in the lip of my ear.
They are seconds trapped in a nest of space
so secure in memory, my body experiences it
like a birth
And is reborn
Again and again.
Again and again.
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