writing and rotting
Friday, February 8, 2019
The smoke
Around your
face,
How jealous
I had been
Of it,
For it seeped
Ever so silently
From your lungs,
And let me
Tell you something
You probably
Didn't know,
What a
Luscious
Place
To be
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