No room to breathe
People come and go.
Everyday.
And all left behind is the smoke of their cigarettes
that hurts in my eyes.
Everyday.
And all left behind is the smoke of their cigarettes
that hurts in my eyes.
Labels: My Own Poems
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Labels: My Own Poems
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