Breathe

by Jessica Camus   Nov 18, 2005


My breathe is so weak
the air is so frigded
i can feel it creeping up
when it hits i feel no pain
just the coldness
i ask for a blankey because i feel a chill coming on
by the time you come back
you see my life less body
but i have a smile on my face

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