don’t hang on
there’s nothing left there
when you’re not
and chasing the dragon (s)
all up in smoke
smoked up my head
i imagine something greater than
i think you (we) ever were
running down my soul
and the soles of my shoes
when i will be a fade away someday soon to you
with nothing said
the idea of you was always so much better
inside my head
-kyoko
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