Her Lungs

It’s the murmur of the land
Marching rivers as man takes stand
Fiercesome anger in scrunched up hands
A voice to the smashing of unmade plans

Tears flowing from a heart hurt young
A relationship doomed before it begun
Dreams and wishes in songs unsung
She drags a fag to blacken her lungs.

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