.A cue for seconds spent on earth
A clue for what it's worth
Though time you borrow, steal or buy
The pool of fuel runs dry
There's no sound just the smell of smoke
Your muse, your fuse, your own
You'll love that scent until you choke
You're free but feel disowned
Curs.
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