Pedal Steel

My blood is dripping from my broken lips,

I choke,

 because of dangerous smog;

roaming in the innocent sky,
again and again.

My fingertips are wounded by the  hot snares;

burning my flesh.

Yes, all of this absolutely hurts..

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