wet concrete
I have died
a million times
in my mind.
the comforting blanket
of death consols me
in thought when times
become arduous.
I trudge forward
through wet concrete
waiting for it to harden.
© irakejelly
a million times
in my mind.
the comforting blanket
of death consols me
in thought when times
become arduous.
I trudge forward
through wet concrete
waiting for it to harden.
© irakejelly
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