Who am I?
Came to visit.
But was as quickly joined
By no one.

No one,
Nothing,
A breath in,
Then out.
And again.

The membrane thinning,
Painfully thinning
With each pull.
Just as those fleshy mounds,
Excruciating in their retreat,
Make life itself.
Possible!

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