The air surrounds me and forms a smile
I stare at the ceiling as I've done many times
From the memory of a cold reptile
That fell from a forefather's crimes
That memory lusts and envies the child
That cracked and learned to mimic the mimes
Yet love seemed to draw him whenever he's riled
Just to recoil each time the bell chimes
But the air is a wind and the moment a mile
Each touch a caress and the words are in rhymes
Anything spoken would risk to defile
The breath taken beyond the times
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