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A Cigarette
Ink drops, they fall from a pen
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
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