The feeling was glass shards,
Uncontrollable tickling,
No optimism,
And Only cold air,
Smoke would burn in these lungs,
Coughing and laughing,
Painful recallings,
From free lung screams,
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2017 00:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Sweet lord a cough is a bane
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Get well soon if it's you (or whoever it may be) suffering!
Child in this case but what a cough, better now thanks, blessings to u too:)
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