The Workings of My Mind
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
through the nightfalling snowflakes
i reach my smog fingered hands out to your lips
"breathe"
my voice the passing buses lingers
the subway hisses as it pulls away the
streetlight turns
"breathe" they whisper "breathe"
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