My Lungs are Weak

Posted byJake Thomas ShawPosted inMarch Era (IV), PoetryTags:, , ,

Sputtering, coughing,
Just let go already
Don’t let me keep
Seeming dramatic

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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