Caleb Mohamed

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Sat, 03 Dec 2022 | last modified Thu, 01 Jan 2026
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A drowsy breath slips through my gaping jaw,
Out, out into the evening air,
It's quiet and pleasant.

It shifts and turns beneath my weighted eyelids,
Invisible and ephemeral,
At once it's gone,
In its place evening air as it once was,
Yet one part warmer.

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