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Sep 6
Cigarette smoke curls,  
Whispers of a restless night,  
Chasing fleeting highs.  
  
Bright pills in a row,  
Promises of peace and fun,  
But shadows follow.  
  
Lost among blue skies,  
Dreams blur in a whirlwind rush,  
Hope hides in the dark.
apricot
Written by
apricot  13/F/San Franciso
(13/F/San Franciso)   
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