Gasoline Lungs
I've come to believe
we're born with lungs
filled with gasoline
along a fault line of flint.
Better to inhale than exhale
be silent as a pansy
smiling at the breeze.
Open your ears
to the sound of metal on metal
always be ready to run...
but for the time being
have a little fun.
Gasoline lungs.
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