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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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