Smoke

I was born in the wrong
Time, but I feel like I’m
Still here, in the back, in
The dark, corner, sneaking

Around in am radio, Sit
And Cry, all by my, mine,
Lone, lonely little smoke,
Note, closed filled world

Heard in c and d minors
Ghost’s past the mirrors
I see them glance, tapped
Their steps, and smiled,

I’m inspired, at the stage,
Lights, blue, truth, through
To moonlit tears, of years,
Born too later, too soon.

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