inhale smoke
burn on the
deep way down
shrieks outside
of a slid-
ing glass door
exhale less
hurt, more fren-
zy of mind.
yellow light,
not so kind
with my heart,
still I call.
though I fight,
no one knows
anything
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
inhale smoke
burn on the
deep way down
shrieks outside
of a slid-
ing glass door
exhale less
hurt, more fren-
zy of mind.
yellow light,
not so kind
with my heart,
still I call.
though I fight,
no one knows
anything
you're a ray of light and I want an answer I'll never get
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