Panting; the room was small and stuffy.
Stale air; we take care of what little is available.
The heavy, gummed space sticks to our skin, dirtying us.
Proud of his kingdom, he waltzes awkwardly.
I feel anxious realizing how much time we have left to share.
The sounds violently escape from the speakers and waltz with the brown slides that line the walls.
Each of the tiny particles in suspension follows the rules of the dance, defending its space.
Our silence, our resignation.
Playing dead seems the only option at the moment.
Clarity first, but it was a north wind that came to get us.
Into my frail lungs, darkness entered.
I cough mechanically, I cough out the heavy heaviness that is now mine.

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