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Oxidant
More creeping than an icy death,
as limp as soft stream water,
and colder still.
Feel my breath.
Out with your in.
In with your out.
Sucking your life like a spirit
like a living vapour.
Taking aparter.
Stopping your starter.
Slower than a tide,
stiller than drying paint.
I'm a stairway to heaven.
An amalgam of death,
one breath at a time.
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