In the soil, when water accumulates, air dissipates.
When tears accumulate in the soul, the chest becomes weaved with rubber.
Dis-ease thrives in anaerobic soils.
Just like humans huffing chests pulsating with shallow breaths.
Air is a buffer, allowing what's inside to keep its form.
Air keeps us warm when the ground is cool, and homes quiet when the world's gone fool.
Let tears out of your soul and feel that buffer rise.
Until what's inside of your soul is so full of air
Your lungs move care-free like giggling children.
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