Poem -
Now comes the shortness in breath
I See you floating
those black wings singed by the burning morning
lonesome swaying pines bellow broken
from dreaming eyes
bloated depression clouds
bare the teeth washed in shrouds
im broke but I see you moving yet still
now comes shortness in breath.
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