I gulp in a chestfull of the autumn air.
It's cold inside of my lungs, and for just a second, quells the fire that festers inside.
I exhale, and a cloud of misty breath escapes my mouth
"This,"
I say to myself
"This is enough,"
"This is strength,"
My laughter evaporates around me.
"I am alive, and this is proof,"
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Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryMy brain is filled with dirt and goo Some leaked out, so I'll share it with you
