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May 2019
Flint cracks and flame errupts.
Crisp green turns to charred black.
Each inhale
pulls clouded plumes into my lungs.
The taste rolls along my tongue.
In fragrant wisps
my anxiety melts.
Burning bad days,
caressing the pain away.
Glazed and glossy eyes
see the silver lining through the haze.
Written by
Lyndsey  32/F/Lost in Time and Space
(32/F/Lost in Time and Space)   
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   Prerna Singh
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