suffocated.
With air, that surrounds my nostrils.
Suffocated.
With freedom in my grasp.
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20 Poems to your subconscious....
PoetryPoems that shout out words of truth to our subconscious.
Freedom in my grasp
suffocated.
With air, that surrounds my nostrils.
Suffocated.
With freedom in my grasp.
