Poetic Struggle
Thursday, November 5, 2015
To live
I rather burn than be cold
Drown instead of float
All the things that can kill me
I want to stare in the eye
Press my lips against theirs
And inhale their life
And if it's poison to my lungs
I don't mind suffocating
I don't mind dying
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