Paige HarrisNov 21, 20181 min readOverdosedCough back That bad tasteLying frozen On a brick floorScreams evaporate Into fogNo Thudding BeatBlood boils In broken bagpipe veinsChest concavedNerves numbMachines of memoriesOperated by A vacant chair
Cough back That bad tasteLying frozen On a brick floorScreams evaporate Into fogNo Thudding BeatBlood boils In broken bagpipe veinsChest concavedNerves numbMachines of memoriesOperated by A vacant chair
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