So many things have happened since I last spoke
I've been flickering in and out of vision
Like someone with a box of matches
On a windy day
Instead of attempting to let oxygen relieve me,
I'm suffocated by the incessant smoking
But burn as I may, I only can become
A pile of ashes
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
So many things have happened since I last spoke
I've been flickering in and out of vision
Like someone with a box of matches
On a windy day
Instead of attempting to let oxygen relieve me,
I'm suffocated by the incessant smoking
But burn as I may, I only can become
A pile of ashes
Amara Pendergraft 2015
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