her lungs breathe poisoned air,
her knees ripped,
she's screaming,
no one cares.
her dark eyes
slowly turning into poetry,
if only she knew
she was a beautiful trangedy.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!