He sat on the table
With sadness in his hand
He put it in his pocket
And he lit a cigarette
Not even half asleep
But also not dead yet
He fought his thoughts
In the sound of heavy air
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
He sat on the table
With sadness in his hand
He put it in his pocket
And he lit a cigarette
Not even half asleep
But also not dead yet
He fought his thoughts
In the sound of heavy air
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