Sweep away
AL the haze
Smoke so thick
Won't separate
Burning eyes
Make me cry
Lungs struggle
And my breath feels so thick
I inhale sharp
But the air dosent stick
I dint know
I dint know
That burning bridges
Would make so much smoke.
I can't breath
I can't see
The taste of deseet
so bitter on my tongue
~brokenglasseye
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PoetryPoems by a defective humman searching for an outlit threw poetry.
