Ashtrays saturated,
By ashes of blunts wasted
Wasted to save feelings on quicksands
From drowning in throats of a pain destroying
Tears,
Poisonous but a relief
From a pain which ate pillars of fake smiles
To give back to face, its true gown of frown
Another drop fell,
To bleach away stains of heartbreaks
And beget the thrill
Sparks of joy re-ignited within
When fallen stars are replaced
Illuminating blurry skies as chandeliers
Reviving the dying beauty of a night
Drum beats' rhythms,
Provoking sleeping legends
To dust off the dust
Making way for the glitter
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