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The Lesson is Learnt

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Grains of salt pollute deserts of men.
Snow my waking state and nudge conscience dwellers.
Another hour is gone and you never turned the glass again.
Live opium dreams in oblivious cellars.

Climb sad inside and melt oblivion into night.
Drown your spirit under the worlds weathermen.
Live the morning to give guilt a fight.
Issues still reflect gray colored in Zen.

Plant identity along penny-laden tracks.
Show me beauty; baby here's your life.
Shower your lips and take those smiles back.
Dice the memory and keep the knife.

Missing you is turning "fuck it" to guilt.
I wish you sweet dreams when privacy cries.
Fairytales are felt, but foundations are built.
Maybe we should learn to sleep with open eyes.

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Very powerful words. I love the line 'Live opium dreams in oblivious cellars'.

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