Little Lungs
The Big Six
when is enough enough?when are you going to quit it?when will you give it up?out of the window, i was watchinghe was pulling out of the driveway.i was five.part the blinds,let in some light.her raft is her nightstand,it's full of prescriptions,to keep her afloat andto blur out her weekend.her room was an ocean,she was drowning in it.he let it continue,kept feeding the big woundthe bile it neededto eat its way through you.her room was an ocean,but you and i are buoyant.we rode the flood straight out of here.
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