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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...
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Illusion

I know what you were going to say
When you looked at me today.
But then waking up to my dismay
It was the piercing sun Ray.
There Is a shadow which follows
Even though it seems pretty much hollow.
While falling back on your sorrow
When someone can catch you wallow.

Distance doesn’t seem too far
Keeping the invisible door ajar.
While you close your thoughts at war
A journey through eyes catches the shooting star.
Seeking is not the only destination
Where dreams promise unfold imaginations.
The one who creates a lasting impression.
Is enough to be engraved beneath your reflection.
Never picture forever
As the journey can end whenever.
Make your embark an endeavor
Without forcing a futuristic favor.
I knew that you were not going to stay
For you never created an illusion to play.
There is nothing to say
But still I think what if I may.
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