it is warm and breezy,

and i sit outside in the white bench smoking a cigarette.

thers an inpenetrable wall blocking the doors.

what do i want? what do i adore?

i put a smile on my face, but a frown on the floor.

i doesnt happen that offten, im usually doing well.

i sit outside, but i can not dicet my mind.

no real thoughts penetrate.


just words, but their empty ? ? ? ? ? ?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

not that good, as you can see im blocked

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