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The bellows of my lungs release more
Smoke
Into the chilling night.

Nepenthe grips my mind and tender
Heart
With logic-cold talons.

My guilt-ridden tongue struggles hard to
Speak
Against the mass of minds,

and Deep within the pent up locked down
Soul
Hunger cries for freedom,

While I feel behind a barrage of
Words
Battering my turned back

With a deafening deluge of defunct
Pleas
And pestilent promise.

Beat down and betrayed by the shining
Light
On high-