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Apr 2018
I'm driftingΒ 
through my dreams
My body is as light as a feather
I mainlined your love
And became hooked on the spot
No matter how many steps i take forward,
I am still living in the past
I couldn't stop the pain,
it overwhelms me
my face  is covered in smoke
rolling off my tongue
swirling in my lungs
im so far from reality
Cigarette carry every word
I was never able to say
I pretend I'm being washed.
Sahir Bhat
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