For loss I held my breath; the air was pure
My camoflage was mottled and obscure
I wore it so that I’d be sanctified
if I inhaled or even if I tried
The inhalation came within my chest
I held it in; I thought that that was best
For no one gives a damn what I take in
but exhalation is a cardinal sin
The CO2 demanded that I yell
and in the air so pure I should expel
the molecules of grime my body held
I swallowed once; I turned, and then I yelled
I know my breath was hidden in the cost
of filthy air where purity was lost.

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