December 5, 2007
one such unmoving façade,

in the never-ending stillness of time.

who moves, who cares, who dares –

attacked by the storm, by the life.

who sits unmoving in the middle of the road.

smoke chokes and burns –

quenches senses and feelings,

burning out emotions, leaving

not but hollow soul.

intoxicants, slurring and dividing –

blurring boundaries,

rue the day you met them,

regret the pain they’ve caused.

then us, fighting temptation.

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