Jun 2019
87.
Once
I went
To an old folks home
Breathing in
The smell of
Death
Breathing out
Grey air
Wisps of smoke
Puffing out
Until they’re not really quite there
Anymore
Once
I went
To an old folks home
Breathing in
The smell of
Death
Breathing out
Grey air
Wisps of smoke
Puffing out
Until they’re not really quite there
Anymore
