Breathing
My lungs suffocating,
with the absence of you
Something in my throat,
that goes by afternoon
In morning,
As I morn for you,
I die peacefully in my mind.
As I drift into the air,
I act like nothing,
I act like you would.
Nothing.
Friday 17th May 2019 11:02 am
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