Oct 2014
My lungs
dangle*
on each breath.
Cigarette ashes translated
into words saying,
"I cannot wait to be
free
from these
ribs.
I am tired
of spilling through
each crevice;
the air you breathe
is almost
kissing my
*atmosphere."
dangle*
on each breath.
Cigarette ashes translated
into words saying,
"I cannot wait to be
free
from these
ribs.
I am tired
of spilling through
each crevice;
the air you breathe
is almost
kissing my
*atmosphere."
written in class
(coast of gold)
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