poem

tae look back tae share some time
stepping on scars smoking on thoughts
how could things be the way they are
four walls thoughts dripping from music
tae be free the only time tae call mine
time stood still since been set in the moving
moments light charge the fight a time right
the boy was lost but shined for others
pain was the drug of lost thought
[my words lee smillie]

 

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