Detox

by Postguied Parnell   Dec 22, 2014


Sippin on an e-cig.
Rippin on the vapor.
if only I could find some paper to finish this caper of
stealing the oxygen from my breath.
De-oxygenated head, I'm blessed.
Once knew a girl named beth
and I loved her so.
So alone now, I don't know how to go.
Where... should.. I. Go from here?
So near to the conclusion.
Maybe I should just end it.
here.

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