There are flowers growing in my lungs
And although they are beautiful
I can't
B r e a t h
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Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
Lungs
There are flowers growing in my lungs
And although they are beautiful
I can't
B r e a t h
