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Floating up there, pushing upwards

But you can’t feel them

Bumping across the floor, under foot

Full of the breath of oxygen.

Higher things subsist on helium.

You know you’re gonna miss it, don’t you?

When it leaks out.

Even the sharp pricks

Of the cheap popcorn ceiling.

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