Smoke
You know it's wrong and you can't help it. You think it's good, but poison you breathe. Your soul is black, your mind is blind: you are looking for a color you can’t find. It's a temptation that doesn't die, It’s a wanted ride. You can't resist, in heart you are weak. Little man, you are falling ash: you can’t live without you like. But you are wanted by smoke this time, his thought is a torment, and will never leave you in peace.
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