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Nov 2015
Have a smoke.
A whiff of the flaming air
To burn the worries away and
Scorch your tears.

For 1 stick,
You don't have to worry about life;
It'll give your mind a chance to relax.

Let the ash crumble.
For every glow of your cigarette,
It'll scare away the demons
That plague your mind.

*Let me have my time please.
I just want to get away.
NARMONSEA
Written by
NARMONSEA  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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