Sometimes I want to burn off my cigarette on the back of my hand and inhale the smoke of my burnt flesh to feel, to breathe in who I am.
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Lighthouse
PoetryA lighthouse is your only hope in the vast ocean and you can only hope the crashing waves won't tear it apart. Poems that I wrote in order to live. Each photo that is accompanying each poem is mine, representing memories which go back years. © Alex...
Breathe
Sometimes I want to burn off my cigarette on the back of my hand and inhale the smoke of my burnt flesh to feel, to breathe in who I am.
