Only let it form within our breath once more,
in this moment, waiting for a tiny urge
startling that moment when we form a bubble
and long before the winter rain begins to fall;
before our little sphere floats and spins,
traveling out beyond an open door
and we stand hanging like a stupid doll,
game over, missed the chance to win.
Only let it form within my breath once more.
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