respiration
when i punch
i can feel
the compression of
my lungs
when i linger
i can feel the emptiness
within
when i reflect
i can taste the
foreboded regret
will south america,
jamaica or india
exist
will i make it?
slipping slipping slipping
my grip is
posted by lahierophant @ 3:09 PM
1 Comments:
This makes me think of patterns, unlearned lessons and one-way messages.
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