I spit it out,
Streaming down
From the tip of my fingers
Let it drown,
Of dark and freezing ocean
Spilled in between words
I carved
So patiently,
And ever so quietly
Before it turns to ashes
And slowly disappear 
Into the air I am now breathe
Apartment,
11.43 am | 15th July 2016
 
 
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