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In shadows deep, I smoke again,
Where whispers coldly spread a chill.
Each hit, blows out a false embrace,
In this darkness of this lonely place.
The glass pipe calls my name,
A friend in a silent shame, inhales a whistle....
Where whispers coldly spread a chill.
Each hit, blows out a false embrace,
In this darkness of this lonely place.
The glass pipe calls my name,
A friend in a silent shame, inhales a whistle....
