I choke my vape,
lungs burning, multitudes
of tears droning — bees,
hummingbirds, all their
beauty spilling nectar...
_I’ll never taste it._
If this is a song,
it’s an instrument playing
itself, strung out on instincts,
but struck without melody.
And still—
this feeling ******* stinks.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
I choke my vape,
lungs burning, multitudes
of tears droning — bees,
hummingbirds, all their
beauty spilling nectar...
_I’ll never taste it._
If this is a song,
it’s an instrument playing
itself, strung out on instincts,
but struck without melody.
And still—
this feeling ******* stinks.
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