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Hindu smoke
The Kush gambles
it's distance
with smoke and glass
and the white peaks
up high
tell me of a harder life -
While, in the runways
of our night dreams
measured by the Orange count
of City Lights,
the way around it all
is obvious
it's distance
with smoke and glass
and the white peaks
up high
tell me of a harder life -
While, in the runways
of our night dreams
measured by the Orange count
of City Lights,
the way around it all
is obvious
Published 12th Dec 2012
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13th Dec 2012 3:06am
13th Dec 2012 9:00am
Aww thanks. It's a bit of a smokers' song - unfortunately I don't smoke ...
It's all in my imagination, like a lot of things
*wink
It's all in my imagination, like a lot of things
*wink
