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The heat singes my fingers as the strength leaves my legs The sweetness hits my nose as I blow worry out of my mouth I think it's hesitation but it's peace that slows down my hand Peace is the mini smoke stack that churns stress and life to a smiling cough I'm not clear but I'd rather be blind then look in my minds eye I like the discord, the order has grown to heavy to handle
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Sweet smoke
The heat singes my fingers as the strength leaves my legs The sweetness hits my nose as I blow worry out of my mouth I think it's hesitation but it's peace that slows down my hand Peace is the mini smoke stack that churns stress and life to a smiling cough I'm not clear but I'd rather be blind then look in my minds eye I like the discord, the order has grown to heavy to handle
jake-meizell
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
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