Arushi Singh The Last Breath in the lungs the smoke rolls itself into itself calls itself a room a man escapes it looks like the gasp of the little child stuck to the end of your gun he escapes in a run don’t be afraid call yourself a patriot and they won’t wound you with reality remember to step into the mind of your gun it bleeds dry to bleed dry my darling what life would that light and the lungs hold the room like the sun holds the moon you hear the last man escape break into another run remember to whisper as he passes the most beautiful part of the skin is where it’s wounded
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