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Sep 2013
your lungs are black, just like your coffee
inferno builds in my head listening to you breathe
the malice has forever been infused in your veins
i am wrapped in a blanket of nails, the sting
of a thousand wasps aches from inside of me.

but i am consumed by you, unconditionally
Breanna Hermann
Written by
Breanna Hermann  Glendale, AZ
(Glendale, AZ)   
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