Like kites dangling to wind songsIn the terrain of blue skies,

Your memories travel down my spine.

As if pain was my nomenclature,

I fell into the abyss of your sudden death

Now, I stroll through the nothingness

Seeking refuge in the rage of champagne

Wanting relief in the rolls of marijuana

I miss you like childhood songs

That beautiful face like a broken antique

Stares at me in my nightmares

There’s just this illusion

That you’ll come back​


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