I breathe in colorful words. Meanings
are lost down the rabbit hole and yet I refuse to
let them go. I free myself from confined spaces and
lay in the fields, letting the suns rays shine down on
me as I read a book of poetry that is dear to my heart…
I breathe in each stanza as if it were all I need to
keep me alive. I breathe in colorful words
because my world is vibrant and different and what
would I be without them? How could I breathe?

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