The crackle of clove and tobacco,
Ephemeral smoke wisping by.
In another place, another life, another time
The crack of dawn in the dusty sky,
Rubble shuffle 'neath soles run dry.
In another place, another life, another time
Shut eyes crack open amidst clean air,
The alarms ringing time to go.
In another place, another life, another time
A tear trails a crack down the cheek,
No time to sleep simply weeping.
In another place, another life, another time
A creaking pinprick of light from dark,
Last breath heaved as we depart.
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Time alone is always golden. Solitude and loneliness the perfect reagent. What magic is weaved in lone reflection. The alchemy of the living heart in introspection. Space and time may fall apart, as the spirit wander with the heart. Guiding light of the Single star, for paths tread amid twilight. No soul as an audience to be found, except those whose bodies have been ground. In the darkness of the night, can the dimmed Light shine bright. With too many lights showing the way, where do we go, do they know the way? Shut out the lights run by Man, dive deep into water and desert sand. Time alone is always golden, take back what's yours that has been stolen.
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