Voices In My Head Make Me Say Stupid Things
Air lost in a sentence
Between words, hanging at my lips
squeezing syllables in midst of the cracks
Salty and dry like a waiting desert
Anticipating night
For a cooler
Breeze to reapproach
This topic for when I'm a bit
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