[251] An Old Night — Smoke words every day.

Confessing numbness Caressing depression I’ve forgot to look in the right places Forgotten dreams of a mighty dynasty I live in abeyance Like a lonely sun No visible illness so you deny my right to feel I deny my right to bleed I lie down in hopes I’ll rise again A sharp thought flows through […]

via [251] An Old Night — Smoke words every day.

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