when you look at me
i can't breathe
and i have never welcomed the feeling
of suffocation
as much as i do now
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Puisia collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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when you look at me
i can't breathe
and i have never welcomed the feeling
of suffocation
as much as i do now
