Waves

20.07.2021

How many times must i die before i try


We were born with delicate wings
had to learn how to fly
first you cut off yours and left me hanging
I wanted freedom

Every time I light a cigarette I think of a man I used to meet occasionally
a lover from my past who always lighted one cigarette after another

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