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I feel her ashen breath
on my collarbone as I drift
through the place between sanity and dreams,
my soul dripping onto my paper-thin lungs.
Whispers of burning smoke
dance through my conscience as I
feel nothing but
empty pages
© 2014 - 2024 Ravenshymn
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I really like how this is full of pictures and smells, well done.