Second Cigarette

Last day smoke before sunrise weighed behind filled clouds today will be about reflection

It’s not so far down here, abandonment, leave the shell behind, on this dirty last day

Darkest clouds ever displayed on repeat well played planned like I’ve daydreamed spaced out, imagined

Hidden sands for stretched banned hands slammed previously jammed within faulty gears, my tears will never die why I dispose of them quickly feeling sickly, attitude can be prickly

Howling to my hidden moon pulling tides front back while volume I yelled with greatly reduced, traction control

Last day submission before deadline.

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