Riding the streets, inscribing poems on trees of a leave's.
Breath with a need, puff nicotine, my world of greed
Lust to the heaves I bleed.
Wind of my wings, sin
I enter....
The lair of despair, eyes of unaware to the mirror I stare
Close my eyes, are you there?
Blind to the times, high, immortal in the mind,
the sky of divine, aveculous if I was to hide.
Visine of times, am I to live ... to die?
Ask to be replied; don't want to be a lie......
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