Don't ever come to breathe
In this town, clogged with grey smiles;
Sighs would gulp you down over time, as they did to me.
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A/N: I guess I can manage to survive to let 'your' votes engulf me ;)
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the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
