No black dust in my lungs
[it doesn’t get passed on]
& no wars to turn away – I
inherited complications &
disconnects to happiness/
Everything will become as
blown dirt [exhaustion will
kill us all]/ Leave me alone
10,000 POEMS – Posted freshly most days
No black dust in my lungs
[it doesn’t get passed on]
& no wars to turn away – I
inherited complications &
disconnects to happiness/
Everything will become as
blown dirt [exhaustion will
kill us all]/ Leave me alone