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: The fire scorches your cause of being, when lines of time : hold your final healing : no more pain : no more disease : no more shoulders to lean on : no more need for a physical greed : The smoke rises, setting your wood frame at ease : to ashes and seeds : my room of smoke consumes my conscious plea : A hard something softening this human being : Because heat gathers to colder places : and the equilibrium is wasted like vomit : begging satan to stop it : My mirror has rotted : and age catches up not forgotten : It's net entangles my transmittion : my sight has weakened, and has hazed my perception : left dead and guessing : Your calm is ferious, and grips it's intense hands : on my pressure points, connected to every joint : precise like intersecting points : In this world drenched with noise : I strengthen my poise : Through shapes of smoke : I live in a calm world paranoid : And it's sharp sword seperates my body from spirit : dug out and left full and hollow like a ditch : with five digits like my senses : the fire mangles my existence : within and hidden in the darkness : because your words are worthless like a dead carcus : I aim at your vision like target : hit by a marks man : intense precision : I puncture their intuition : I see features in the flame : and etched are you and I's names : unwilling to tame it's beast : but under our animosity lyes a demon : the inspiration is taken and tainted : as I begin to choke by watching walking........................... : Shapes of Smoke

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