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SMOKE

The clock runs so fast
That it sweeps away
Every moment
Leaving behind
Only dust and dust…


My brain would be
Lacking some pure air
Licking the complicacy
Of my unknown dreams
And this universe…


Sleeping like a kid
And dreaming
Completely nude
Still I couldn’t
Get rid of my shadow…


Throwing away my coat
Wandering alone
Abstracted and thoughtless
Just like a ghost
I do feel
I would be vanishing
Within nothing
But a puff of smoke…


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