journal one ↴
soft and pure
enough
to be called pretty
but harsh and rough
enough
to choke and tough
↴
they fall
into my trap,
i toss and throw
while they claw and gasp
for air
i hold tighter
tighter
tighter
till all is still
↴
blue and white
throughout the night
pale and grey
which isn't right
ghosted and gone
an unfinished song
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