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bad habit

The moon tells me secrets
and toxifies them
I take the vow of silence
gaining its trust
It shows me a hidden meaning
consiracy of all
No one listens
still
this tune eternally lasts
"Like infinite faith to a woman
our habits are attached to us
The soul is the first to leave
and then our addictive rush"
Written by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
Published | Edited 10th Jan 2024
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