my lungs are filled with water
in my head theres reigning clouds
every hole in my face is leaking
my only substance is the air i breathe
theres a storm in my heart every day
its partly fueled by our municipal waste
drowning in a puddle of constant let down
embrace the cold front and taste the ground
Monday, February 23, 2009
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