randalljweiss
I roll you up into a delicate paper and light you up. You fill me with mystery and leave me snuffed out in glass ashtray. Alone.
Bow tied
to semblances of respect.
Walking through the city streets
unsure of who I am,
he who hides behind
this sanity mask
and friendly smile.
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