I yield to light another stick, That bellows unholy smoke, Consume carcinogenic tar. Vices and virtues and lies and truth, Woven together to form this imperfect being, Living a chequered life of failures and glories, One battered by cruelty and caressed by blessings abandon.
When winter ushers in What keeps warm are bygone joyous moments, Frozen in time frames and preserved in deepest corners of the heart.
Such vanity! Come swallow the bittersweet pill of life, The greatest vanity act!
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