From rich to poor
buried the arms of another
missed every open door
living but why bother
stare into the open
forget yourself for a second
and stare into the open hoping
to lose yourself for a second
heavy legs still move
desperate for a second chance
smoked life's cigarette
and still hoping for another
but,
the pack's already gone
and now i'm smoked
soon to fill the pack
i wonder what it was worth
when flowers decay and skies blacken
memories aren't your best friend
but an envied transition
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