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Apr 2020
It had to be stopped around the time
I felt the yellow messenger of rot
on my teeth as my breath was
slowly beginning to smell like
corpses in piles at the bottom
of a ***** brown lung pushing
the nicotine sedative all across
my thickened bloodstream.

Months later when my nails were not
tinted yellow all the way
to the end just like my teeth were
nearly clean again like the sheets
in which I was able to get better rest reversing all that was broken
begun to get easier just a little bit.
But I suppose that very few things
are so broken they can't be regrown.
Escapril 2020 (double yay)
https://www.instagram.com/letsescapril/?hl=bg
Written by
Joy
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     Yann and Fawn
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