Fragrance scent of heavy mess
blowing through nostrils sects
less i think of smoking dope
though i watch the burning rope
my heart within me glow
as the turbulent wind blow
the turn of many season
with one but many reason
i yell, my pain, in rage
twist my hair, a burning brain
nah chest; a bulging nest
deadly sparks of straining ache
from head to toe i quake
word-ly gush embrace my ear
yes, the flow of liquid flare
No, i dare to cry
my softened soul denie
what wrong the sin i've done?
my strenght within are gone
my face is turning pale
dad's wits of silent cane.
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