Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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29 October 2012

Exhale

Exhale,

like a filthy exhaust pipe 

that runs on the already fallen.


 (No, lazy I am not. I just can't describe in words how much the above words mean to me, or add to them for that matter)

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