The Smoke (By: Chris Hathaway)

Oh, what was. What will be matters little compared to thee, for I dwell on the past like a fool. I am free as a human being yet desperately seeking love. In a world lit on fire with pyres not a single soul shalt speak of the smoke. My glass was never half empty, it was broke.

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