Thursday, May 8, 2014

 even the heap of cigarette smoke

 from midnight coffees, cocktails with peers cannot destroy me any longer. I am destroyed. there’s nothing but hollowness where a caged wild heart was once beating there is no other way but to exhale poison chunks out of the system. I am destroyed like cigarette butts stepped on like ashes carried away by the wind

-moe 12:38AM | Ph

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