The air rushes out of my lungs,
Making an involuntary exodus;
Or rather, this bad news purges the air from my body.
Purges?
It tackles my breath and-
It grabs the oxygen and forces it-
It shoves the wind right out-
This calamity leaves me unable to say how I feel.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
The air rushes out of my lungs,
Making an involuntary exodus;
Or rather, this bad news purges the air from my body.
Purges?
It tackles my breath and-
It grabs the oxygen and forces it-
It shoves the wind right out-
This calamity leaves me unable to say how I feel.
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