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Apr 2012
on this spring stuffed cushion I lay
disconnected with selfish intention
music streaming stalls in thin air
a half burnt cigarette on the table it waits
scents from a spliff on fire thrown around
senses they are calling for a seize
or are they mere hallucinogens on the job?
no more chains bounded with my lover friends
with vicarious chores filling my surface
the desire deep down fading away; by the day
questions disappearing unanswered
a dramatic change I once craved;
seems just 'round the corner
still runnin' against the wind
hope they who share my loop share a smile too
it's my sacrifice after-all
I see the blue shadow rising
in this filthy chamber, I stretch my arms
and light my fire!!
Vivek
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Vivek  United Kingdom
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