A Note Left on My Windowpane.

Smoke all your problems away
That's what all of them say
But still they stink
Here in my crossed fingertips
I can see and smell the putridness
Of ourselves
In the mirror
All I see is a stranger
That I've never seen
Never ever seen
Still they say
Smoke all of your problems away



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