My lungs so seemed
Off
I’m open even
Mouth
And I do hold on
Likea floor lamp
Only
due to steep weight
with steal toe
of my bots.
But anyway I’m get
To own.
I will be
Dead are young
And beautiful.
Ten steps to more there
The bench.
I’m
Almost do reach to
It.
Only a few steps more
And ‘ll be seat, take lining
Breath and could be
to smoke.
But I oath
In the
Athmosphere aren’t
Enough air
For
Quite a sigh
on.
This mean atmosphere sure take out more airs then it gift. And each of inhale turn out
More short
Then each exhale.
I need a oxygen barell, probably
Such as mountain climbers had.
And the sun is too
Over hot.
Andante of the smoker
© Copyright: Елена Гаврилова 7, 2026
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