breath escapes his lungs,
his feet leave the ground,
and now he's hanging in the air like her lavender perfume.
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Poems of the Dead-Minded
PoetryPoems of the past, present, possible future. Who knows when your only life is hell? This is just a collection of stuff that pops into my head throughout the day so.. I hope you like it.....
Love Effect
breath escapes his lungs,
his feet leave the ground,
and now he's hanging in the air like her lavender perfume.
