My Lungs

Bible of life. Distill yourself into a skirt. Proprietary private apartments. Seek the word of the day. New learning disabilities are you and your rich neurons. People grow wild in bushes every time you want to be. Woman woman woman. Woman with the highest rate of falling. Fall. My lungs are crackling like fire.

This poem is a blend of my normal writing and auto fill suggestions

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