He takes the time, to unwind like only he shan’t
A sudden cigarette abruptly perched to explode – he’s been longing, rather always perhaps
And the smile fails to grasp at manic, worn ‘n torn straws
He pauses to realise just how atrocious it’s all really been – these eyes have cried for a hundred other men
yet, still, he Dreams to dance like peculiar crazy again
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