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Fake Cigarettes
We head into the concert with our raggedy clothes and our greasy hair.
In our past, there are many mistakes between our fingers and few happy birthdays.
We can only hope today will be the changing point in our lives, because even on a sunny day there will be clouds.
We have our cigarettes fixed on the sun to light them up and inhale the joy and imagination that it brings.
Outdoor concerts are beautiful, the stars align to give you beautiful music and the girls have all their headbands to give you love and head.
The boys have all their their fingers in the air because it isn't their fault and this doesn't make sense to you, but if it doesn't make sense then you shouldn't be here in the first place.
We live in the mind palaces that are filled with dreams and we sing and blow smoke and ash-filled cigarettes.
In our past, there are many mistakes between our fingers and few happy birthdays.
We can only hope today will be the changing point in our lives, because even on a sunny day there will be clouds.
We have our cigarettes fixed on the sun to light them up and inhale the joy and imagination that it brings.
Outdoor concerts are beautiful, the stars align to give you beautiful music and the girls have all their headbands to give you love and head.
The boys have all their their fingers in the air because it isn't their fault and this doesn't make sense to you, but if it doesn't make sense then you shouldn't be here in the first place.
We live in the mind palaces that are filled with dreams and we sing and blow smoke and ash-filled cigarettes.
Published 24th Jul 2014
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