Of smokes
and women
A confuse
thought
A false
treatment
On
an empty boat
Storming the
strong current
Starved
with shady hope
The illusionist’s
experience
Manipulatively
kind and sore
When truths
are stranger than thoughts
Sweet and
adorable smile
To fake it until
the end
How long can
you hide
For it can
never be bent
Heavy
carriage on narrow tracks
Slumber
deep into the jungle
Smooth,
slipping in through cracks
Hoping things
to get even
To be with
this friend
Seen but no
exact character
Believing
it can put an end
Making your
life looks better.
Tell me
while I’m here
I’m no hoax,
no shadow
There’s
nothing to fear
For I’m not
your sorrow
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