Hands like ice and I’m swimming in a sea
Smoke encircles my eyes and shot they become
Oh, the stick of green with its white like poison
My lungs breath in chocking on the harsh sent
Oh, and on this train, sails like doves
To my sight tears do drop
These waves of beauty take my mind away
Circles of gray
Stillness
Fades away
Ash of gray from a tip of fire do you burn
and smoke
Still swimming on solid ground I do sit
 
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