let it smoke
but she was cold like war like man-made clone
i cried bitter tears bitter dew
my woman's gone
she said these years her life was dreadful jail
life's not a fairy tale that she was born
for she is gone to kitchen to take the veil
to stay alone
i thought she had the direct right to mourn
i wished her well i gently tried to talk:
u know we live in total babylon
so let it smoke
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