Smoking Melancholy

I suck the bottle and breathe the stench

I fill my lungs with melancholic smoke

I’m filled with a careless sinful past

I blow that smoke that cursed my lovely cares

And watch the cruel world swirl like a deaf bat

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She walks on flowers like a shredded sharp dusty piece of glass

She kisses my hands to make them feel real

She sings flat notes that sound perfect in my ears

Her dark lips feel cold and exotic on my skin

And she drinks red wine that is filled with fear

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by Bazooka Teaches