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Air

The air carried nervousness,

So much that it tickled my skin.

All the cells running in my blood,

Could have sensed it too,

As they transported oxygen to my heart,

And then it only beat faster.

Some thirty songs later,

With magic reverberating in the air,

The air cleared off.

But, I’ve heard,

It’s going to be much foggier tomorrow.

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