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No Wind In My Lungs
No wind in my lungs, devoured
honeyed raindrops black as night
clench tears of mud, embrace
all that is wrong
Knotted voices stretched
anonymous vile unrolls silence
delirium grows, falls, evolves
into release whipped, followed
by a twist where ankles sink
honeyed raindrops black as night
clench tears of mud, embrace
all that is wrong
Knotted voices stretched
anonymous vile unrolls silence
delirium grows, falls, evolves
into release whipped, followed
by a twist where ankles sink
Published 25th Feb 2020
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25th Feb 2020 4:10pm
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26th Feb 2020 11:38am
That is the sadness that often permeates my thoughts, expands my tears and causes me to ball into a fetal position.
26th Feb 2020 12:11pm
Oh my sweet love I am terribly sorry I hope I didn't trigger anything for you ❤
26th Feb 2020 12:16pm
No, not really. I have penned thoughts on sadness and sadness is my friend, an ally. Thank you for caring.
26th Feb 2020 12:25pm
Me too i have a page on Instagram where i post my sadness my pen name on IG is soara thompson
26th Feb 2020 12:49pm
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