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Breath comes Slow and Harsh Through a filter of Tar and age Comes faster, unbidden unbound un invited I stood, days of old and told myself I was. done. Breathing, tar. I guess Tar, still holds an ember In, my, chest.
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Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 8:39 PM UTC
Ember
Breath comes Slow and Harsh Through a filter of Tar and age Comes faster, unbidden unbound un invited I stood, days of old and told myself I was. done. Breathing, tar. I guess Tar, still holds an ember In, my, chest.
Cigarettes to provide company at unrest
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30/M/Norway
Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 8:39 PM UTC
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