smother me

smother me

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Complete Thu, Apr 25, 2019<5 mins

poem poetry sad

a thick layer of smoke engulfs my figure; like a comforting blanket except, my lungs are filled to the brim with the black air, choking me. what i thought was comfort killed me. 28 3 19 - 29 6 19

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