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John I. Blair
The night breeze across my skin
Tells me through my pores
I am a part of this,
Iím made of star stuff,
Like the stars above my head
Still here after a billion years,
Still here and feeling,
Feeling what it means
To be alive.
©2016 John I. Blair
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