I am moving beyond the grace of solitude
Where souls wandering, do not dwell
In the smoke of a burning cigarette
The taste of nicotine in my blood
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Not walking through an interlude
There's no trace of parallel
No label or vignette
I am standing high above the mud- deep conviction and love and pain.. tony
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Not walking through an interlude There's no trace of parallel No label or vignette I am standing high above the mud- deep conviction and love and pain.. tony
Thank you tony