spitting bricks
2007-02-10 - 5:30 p.m.
Dirt and grime caked beneath the nails of yellowed fingertips hastily, hurriedly igniting the flame fueling the fire sparking the bowl Inhalation Validation All I ever wanted was that high Lungs filled with words swimming in smoke suffocated speak speak wrapped around my heart measuring it's beat testing it's voice Finding it's mettle wispy words heavy smoke holding them in until they become concrete spitting bricks tying knots well thought out ways on how not to think
regrets - hopes
the past
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