Lungs Full Of Gloom Poem by Nate Mojica

Lungs Full Of Gloom



I'm bored with life's...
careless compassion's

gloomy shadows of smoke continuously
drapes over my head

inhaling so much gloom

i exhale exile
i wanna fall dead....

and escape life's turmoil


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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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