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[nickimermaid]

I am constantly searching for blue

Among the rocks

And cold air

I can only see the orange glow

At the end of this cigarette

It doesnt choke me

Like i wish it would 

But damn 

Does my chest hurt

Comments

[anonymous]

everything will be ok.

Beautiful despair

[anonymous]

I guess the best poetry is born from sorrow. You definitely have an artists soul.