May 2020
He was the smoke
After I started the fire
And his smoke took forever
To go away his sense
Of touch lingered on for
Over a month
Wishing this smoke evaporated
After I started the fire
And his smoke took forever
To go away his sense
Of touch lingered on for
Over a month
Wishing this smoke evaporated
(23/F)
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