Rings of Smoke

Where shall the word be found, where will the word | Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

why do i still live in the past and why you never go away?

starts are aborted like midsummer nights’ dreams and quashed dreams are pushed under the pillow, out of sight. and like a hiccup, at midnight, dreams of you rear their head again; to disturb my musty tranquility. cigarettes offer small comfort.. in the dark,red glows of fireflies.. no..red glows of fires.. burning with my soul.. nights… [...]

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