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And then I sat,
With the cigarette,
The day was perfect,
The sleep will be set.

But still that feel,
It persists,
The will to meet her,
Inner me resists.

Still those thoughts,
They haven’t left me.
They have blinded me,
I cannot see.

But what saves me at last,
Is my will to live.
The thoughts come and go,
After no attention I give.

The cigarette burns,
It burns me too,
The heart scorches,
There comes logic as loo.

The smoke has now,
Filled my room.
Dreams in my soul,
No longer bloom.

Again I sit,

With another cigarette,
The day was perfect,
The sleep will be set.

2 Comments Add yours

    1. Rejoy Dey says:

      Glad that you liked it 😊

      Liked by 1 person

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