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The Boa Constrictor at my lungs
Life has a hold on me stronger than I have a hold on life. My defeat stands like when smoke and air mix - visible yet clouded.
As the fog wraps itself lovingly around my lungs, natures boa constrictor, I allow it to squeeze the life from within me - breath by breath.
All is black and I am lost
As the fog wraps itself lovingly around my lungs, natures boa constrictor, I allow it to squeeze the life from within me - breath by breath.
All is black and I am lost
Published 17th May 2015
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18th May 2015 3:43pm
if you cut the head of a constrictor it looses its power :-)
excellent write :-)
excellent write :-)
18th May 2015 10:38pm
After reading ur comment I get the feeling u understood the metaphors XD thank you ... Quite right its all in our head :3
Thank u David
Thank u David
