I breathe in death
between two fingers
enclose around the only thing
that makes me feel alive
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
Smoke
I breathe in death
between two fingers
enclose around the only thing
that makes me feel alive