black tar lung

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bleeds
when i brush my vanilla teeth,
rusty tastes red
when i spit from my mouth.

now my hair is falling off,
my sink is running water to wash off
the blood i spit from the gaps of my teeth.
i didn't know how it could be
when i was 17.

i try to eat,
even when i'm not hungry,
not ready to get my sunlight
that hurts my inner eye.

i guess i'm sick
and there's not much i can do.

it's the luck of an unfair draw,
i could fold right now
and end my fall.

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