Lungs Wish

death is slow

and we complain
of long days
& fast sunsets

of brilliant pinks
& reds

a slow death
for this life
we’ve been granted

live it to your fullest

you can’t speed it up
no matter how hard
your lungs wish

the trees,
a living
testament

they all bend one way

a slow ride
to the other side

the slowest,
lowest
gear

and when it finally comes

it will be so sweet

the sweetest taste
to ever meet
your lips

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