Smokey Taboo

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An old passage, written when I was alone in a new state.


Times can feel so infinite 
Looking at the sunset through naked eyes, 
a first for a clouded mind.

Funny how it all works, how the things that were once aversions are now attractions.
Did I change?
Or is my mind really that warped? 

Like a desert flower they could say,
beauty to the beholder and topical adoration, 
but barely there, surviving on just the bare minimum. 

Only fools see themselves as flowers. 

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Naked eyes, the sun has set and now greets naked skin, 
barren, 
Desert air still hot in the absence of light
Giving me the only warm hug I have found in this fucked up land;
A modern, overplayed tragedy.  

It's a pathetic excuse to give as contact
Almost as sad as the excuses we make up for you.
Cry, cry baby boy,
You know I don't have the tears. 

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They say this land was supposed to be my savior
But I thought Jesus was the messiah?
So why we gotta find more ways to fix me?
I think I'm fucked,
But I don't need saving.


-H, 2018

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