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breathe

you taught me

November 30, 2020 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

you taught me
the simple act of breathing in
was inspirational

breathe

August 18, 2020August 20, 2020 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

breathe
dive
breathe again
become

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She breathed in

August 23, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

She breathed in the hillside mist and the mist became myth and, as she exhaled, once-untrue stories became.

Don’t gently touch my hair

January 12, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Don’t gently touch my hair while I am sleeping. Please don’t blow sweet kisses on the hairline of my neck. You don’t sleep here any more now, do you? No. I feel the draught from the summer-open window. Please don’t breathe the words I cannot hear.

Wait

April 14, 2015 / simonsalento / 2 Comments

You smile. And I wait. 

You breathe. And I wait. 

You smile, no words. 

I breathe and I wait. 

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