The smoke disappeared outside
Not giving my dreams,a chance.
In thin wisps of solitude
And an air of nonchalance.
Had I kept them to myself.
The shattering silence of a soul burst.
Would've hardly helped me
To quench my thirst.
And the sweet smell
Of an act,completed,
Still lingered in my room.
My purpose being defeated.
Not giving my dreams,a chance.
In thin wisps of solitude
And an air of nonchalance.
Had I kept them to myself.
The shattering silence of a soul burst.
Would've hardly helped me
To quench my thirst.
And the sweet smell
Of an act,completed,
Still lingered in my room.
My purpose being defeated.
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