Concrete Stagnant Air

Wash The Bowl

Sep 3, 2015Arts

It gnaws at me, the stagnant air. And I chew at it, hoping to lessen it’s weight pressing upon me, surrounding me, scrubbing my unconsciousness sores till even casual onlookers can see resentment tattooed on my fac...

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