Untitled by Nolan Bucsis

May 2018

Untitled

My fingers are stained that brown colour you only develop from chainsmoking yourself away from alive.
And blissfully.
Succinctly, into.
I'll be dead by tomorrow.

Written by

Nolan Bucsis 34/M/Somewhere in Canada

(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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