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Breathing Gray

Reaching for air I feel like I am being crushed by A thousand tons of Wet cement and am Going to be Buried alive. Swimming through Wet gray I still See only black. I wish I could Lay beneath the Stars once more. Constantly bumping into Slowly hardening gray The black grows Dark and thick. My lungs feel as though They are to turn To powder. No small gasps could Satisfy under such pressure And I fear this darkness Has no end...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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