we try to recreate
the moments that we’ve lost,
like cigarette smoke
blown into a midnight sky,
but time has tarnished the brush,
and the colours we try to paint with
are contaminated with fate,
we can never taste the fruit of our youth
it rots in our mouths,
and the bitter aftertaste of adulthood
seeps through every pore and thought
we can never go back, but
the tragedy is, that we want to
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 6:24 PM UTC
we try to recreate
the moments that we’ve lost,
like cigarette smoke
blown into a midnight sky,
but time has tarnished the brush,
and the colours we try to paint with
are contaminated with fate,
we can never taste the fruit of our youth
it rots in our mouths,
and the bitter aftertaste of adulthood
seeps through every pore and thought
we can never go back, but
the tragedy is, that we want to
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