The city is smoking
I thought we were broken
But we werent
Thank god, thats not what we earned
YOU ARE READING
A kind of mind
PoetryI work as a trauma consultant. This means I'm trying to help people who are traumatized because of various reasons. This book is full of poetry which I wrote after long days of work to ease my mind.
SMOKING
The city is smoking
I thought we were broken
But we werent
Thank god, thats not what we earned
