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Draft of Heaven

It hurts when I breathe The pain within my chest Burns with every breath Are my lungs but even left? Is the art of the apothecary Any solution of mine pest Tis a cause of melancholy My own life is my distress. Oh, draft of heaven Fill my gasping lest I expire within thy being Never knowing my purpose.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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