It’s an hour close enough
To the number of no return
We contact through the space
As we once did before time
A cigarette before ***
Is not what the humble mind
Would immediately jump to
Only the outsiders would assume so
A cigarette before ***
Simply means a breath of air
Before all wind is stolen
By the intimacy of a conversation
A cigarette before ***
May role off your tongue
Tarnished by a society
We constantly run from
A cigarette before ***
When the *** is climatic conversation
And the cigarette is just the breath before
To prepare yourself for the race.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
It’s an hour close enough
To the number of no return
We contact through the space
As we once did before time
A cigarette before ***
Is not what the humble mind
Would immediately jump to
Only the outsiders would assume so
A cigarette before ***
Simply means a breath of air
Before all wind is stolen
By the intimacy of a conversation
A cigarette before ***
May role off your tongue
Tarnished by a society
We constantly run from
A cigarette before ***
When the *** is climatic conversation
And the cigarette is just the breath before
To prepare yourself for the race.
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