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I can't see in this smoke filled room Only shadows Lifeless forms, standing like wallflowers It's quite I stare and they stare back I'm in a portrait painted in smoke and dust. Surrounded by lifeless people It's in my head. Formed by my imagination I sit and wait Until the smoke clears The dust is gone

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george-maris

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Feb 14, 2016

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Notes: When night clubs were fashionable and everyone smoked.
Tags: #night #george #maris #charles #bukowski

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