Slowly it crawls down your throat. A slow seductive spread to your lungs. The oral fixation calms your shaky nerves as you lean hard against the brick wall.
Why do you need this? Why can't you just breathe deep and let the stress roll off your mind and fall to the ground?
Gentle souls breathe heavy on cold January nights. Your eyes tell the story of your past, present, and future.
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