Putrid
My lungs breathe in most of everything,
No matter the toxicity.
Some days I hold in the putrid air,
Until I'm left gasping.
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My lungs breathe in most of everything,
No matter the toxicity.
Some days I hold in the putrid air,
Until I'm left gasping.
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 14th Oct 2016 08:15
neat little poem