The Things You Can Never Say

Writing to intrigue the minds of the things you can never say

Ashes to ashes,

nicotine runs through your veins.

Ashes to ashes,

another bowl smoked.

Ashes, so many ashes!

Our love was like a wildfire, never seems like the flame will go out.

Until everything turns to ashes.

Burnt into rubbish and to be left in ancient history.

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