Smoke
Dancing in the sky
I find beauty in things that
disorientate
with time
Blueorangewhite
Blinding my eyes
And I feel free like seconds
and Ants on my skin
I find beauty in things that
don't exist
Like happiness and memories I
try to keep
I waste my time trying to find more
Realizing too late that there's
none to save
I am still locked in, locked
out of home
Maybe things will get better,
maybe I won't
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