dear mother
mother nature, mary jane
when did love become so invasive?
like my lungs are infested by your breath
the burning in my throat lingers
the warmth in my chest explodes
my eyes fill like the swirling sea's
this is the only way i can feel anymore
mother nature, mary jane
i'm a fien
for the green
take me away from this pain
-t.c
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When Winter Wallows
Poetrymy poetry collection -tc {all writing & photos are my own}
