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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.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:03 am
breathe (Remove filter)
My lungs breathe in most of everything,
No matter the toxicity.
Some days I hold in the putrid air,
Until I'm left gasping.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:03 am
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