INQWIRE: one day i will learn how to photoshop

inqwire:

blotted out the sun buried beneath cash stacks.

air that lungs lack , black from nicotine shackles

draw another breath. exhale till there’s naught left,

rinse and repeat till all you see is in shambles.

never sleeping , one night we heard him screaming that the cutpurse had come to…










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