sounds like hell,
at least u are well
altho smoke still strangles our lungs,
metallic taste,
stuck on our tounges
and the sky fills with a horrible black,
if only the saphire blue would come back
air thick with the dirt and debri,
inside my spirit lies a younger me,
im hunge-ry
for some change
in the way we play
these silly games
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