his clothes smelled of smoke
and his mind was clouded with it
every time i tried to extinguish the smoke
it kept spreading.
i never did get through to his head
I'm scared of what i would've found
maybe a few broken dreams
maybe a couple broken hearts.
- hell
- EntrouApril 3, 2014
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