Clouds of smoke drift

toward black skies.

Burning cherries against

still darkness. Halfway

lit, you're on someone's

mind. Never was I on

yours. False hopes, given

up. I can't love you 

anymore. Dreams never

come. Bad habits die hard.

This is the consequence of 


Resentful, always;

Regretful, never;

Finally liberated.

The End

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