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Smoke
The words are like smoke,
they choke me; blind me
I'm helpless under their pressure
Frozen in their meaning
Who belongs to these eyes?
The ones so filled with hatred
Whose voice is echoing?
The one so lacking in compassion
Whose words are these?
They choke me; blind me
they choke me; blind me
I'm helpless under their pressure
Frozen in their meaning
Who belongs to these eyes?
The ones so filled with hatred
Whose voice is echoing?
The one so lacking in compassion
Whose words are these?
They choke me; blind me
Published 8th Dec 2013
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