Breathe There is a burning beneath my ribs, a hunger like the world’s run out of air and your lips might exhale the last bit of oxygen on this Earth Read more articles Previous PostThe Pebbles in Our ShoesNext PostLetters to Ourselves #1 This Post Has One Comment Nancy 4 May 2021 Reply 😊💕💕😊 Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentEnter your name or username to comment Enter your email address to comment Enter your website URL (optional) You Might Also Like The Beauty of Sorrow March 24, 2021 The Deconstruction of What We Think We Know June 26, 2021 The Book Keeper April 17, 2018
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