fergusthepoet
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Tuesday, 2 July 2013
For Lungs Read Soul
I’d like to reach my hand inside my lungs and scoop out all of the filth that has accumulated there over the decades. Then I’d clean it (maybe with a toothbrush) until it was glistening pink, like the day I was born.
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