The smell of anguish,
ripping the air apart.
Burning the frozen,
freezing the burned.
Stopping,
and endlessly going.
Until the biting smoke stole my final breath,
and the snow began to smell like laughter.
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A World Of Broken Thoughts
PoetryA churning sea of lost ideas gathered into a collection of poems and thoughts. Disclaimer: does contain sensitive topics > Photography by Chloe Collins > Golden Rose Award in the Honeybee Awards 2020 - 13/05/2020 > Featured on @WattpadAnthologies >...
