Not much Paradise

January 21, 2010
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As the smoke
Chokes my heart
To sustain my darts
From shooting stars
As the smoke
Tear for tear
Eye for eye
Dying of hunger

As the smoke
In a dumpster with four walls
Dark, creepy, shallow
My heart is black, cold
Crumbled and thrown in the towel
Too many times
A cell with no ceilings
Thinking what if I was
As the smoke

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