and do you know what stuns the most
the hoax of the hope of the joke you don't get
the rhythm of impressions that melt in the hiss
there sadness of comfort the smell of burning time
if i never see you again it'll be too soon
but you are a ghost that rides the straw
final and forgotten ever other breathe withdrawn
fall
from
face
for
forever you will just be another name
posted by fillshe @ 1:41 AM
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