Each human being weighs me down
I may have to lift you
My dicky heart will fail me
I know it will
The old clothes are limp
And drape themselves to say their bit
Only your breath fills my lungs
And will sustain me
A white noise pins me to the ground
And frees me like a factory whistle.
18/6/21
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