It folds you flat in half
And the air rushes out
No matter how hard you try
The air won't come back
The air rushed out
Eventually, you can gasp
The grief rushes in
The air rushes in
That moment with no breath
Feels like eternity
The tears rush out
It's the tiny piece of death
The first bit to crack your heart
And the air rushes out
Each second, each minute, each hour
Time stands still
While the world spins
Julia Robertson
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