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its ashes fall down my chest as i breathe,
and i accidentally inhale its dust.
it makes me sick, yet i don't mind it being around.
its weight feels heavier on my lap.
it used to hold onto its hair, but it’s thinner now.
i coughed
and it longed more than i’d like to admit.
then, it threw me out.
and i accidentally inhale its dust.
it makes me sick, yet i don't mind it being around.
its weight feels heavier on my lap.
it used to hold onto its hair, but it’s thinner now.
i coughed
and it longed more than i’d like to admit.
then, it threw me out.
