Be it the pungent smell of perfume or my lavish boredom,
Time melts with the fragile inception of thinking the zenith.
Your pinch of camaraderie makes me happy to believe
That I do exist.
Thorny puffs cunningly answer to the every question,
I asked in my infinite emptiness of dreams.
When one drop of my blood sucked the hatred
I questioned my existence.
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