It’s not a decision to see
my breath turn to cloud.
It’s not my decision
to breathe,
although I know some, now,
who have made that call—
Coldest are the nights with stars,
halos round the moon, clinical
beauty, precise and piercing—
You say it’s a matter of choice.
I say, take whatever warmth
you can get, for as long
as you can get it–
always darkest before the dawn
hinges heavily on assumption
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Really enjoyed your words – love deep thinking 🙂
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Thank you, Kay!
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It’s not a decision to see
my breath turn to cloud.
It’s not my decision
to breathe,
*amazing lines*
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Thank you, RJ!
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Deeeep,and Deep is Good!,Good work
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thanks!
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