James Trusler

Rookie [jimmyt1988]

Smoke Grenade

Life injects minds with haste too quick,
The feeling subsides to choose,
What the creative sponge will suck up today,
Like a vulture in the burning winds.

The deserts of my mind,
Prickled by the distaste for human integrity.

I'm arming my guilt with a smoke grenade,

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