Gasping
i don't
know
how
to
die
but
little
deaths
take my
breath
away
once
in awhile
releasing
me to at
least
smile
and know
that i know
how but it's
said that
practice
makes
perfect
i hope
to try
learning
never to
be since
i've never
been a
perfectionist
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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