
spinning of rotation and black of asphalt beneath my resting feet
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 27 - Published: 10-14-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2730998
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why am i so painfully aware
of my mortality? the
cold steel of fear, the
tremble of my fingers upon
black material as my
lungs shakily expand
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