The air I breathe is modest
It comes to me shy, uninvited
Sometimes it is playful, and explodes
In hair, and nails, and teeth
And sometimes, it deserts me
And for seconds,
I toy with the idea of death
Or love
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Perfect. Love it.
Simplicity of the sentences makes it sound really nice!