Blow me.
Blow me out.
Just keep exhaling.
You know we’re failing.
Do it. Until I am no more than a distant mist.
I’ll turn to cloud and then to rain.
Either way I’ll end up in a drain.
But maybe just maybe..
I will fall in a stream.
Or end up in someone’s soaking dream.
So blow me. Blow me well.
Because your breath is purgatory but your lungs are hell.
(C) Slumpless
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