I'm feeling
light.
My palms are
sweaty.
The shirt I
was wearing...
Gone.
The smell of smoke
lingering in the air.
A pair of lips
pressed against
scarred skin.
Maybe...
I don't feel so bad anymore.

I'm feeling
light.
My palms are
sweaty.
The shirt I
was wearing...
Gone.
The smell of smoke
lingering in the air.
A pair of lips
pressed against
scarred skin.
Maybe...
I don't feel so bad anymore.
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