Fresh in the end and still sure;
Befitting a little light air,
And bitter than sweet.
Beneficial if not entirely curative,
Although swift
And secure enough for
Soiled breath to leave
Indicating more than a
Little make up mirror ever could,
And more right ways round than most.
Still undone by the sudden
Availability of death in
That house, but not so as to
Feign ignorance of it, or its shape
Breaking up. Be wary of
Assumption of the lungs,
And maybe more will
Thrive there.
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