I thought I was
Breathing life again
Until the mist of poison
Filled my lungs
In a ragged inhale.
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PoetryIt is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.
Lungs
I thought I was
Breathing life again
Until the mist of poison
Filled my lungs
In a ragged inhale.
