through smoke

excuse me, sir
haven`t u seen a politeness
somewhere some where here
i`m not sure, but i`ve got
only malice for exchange

it was a tone
all hues depicted holly
a rite of passage per a soul
between layers of smoke
proceeds
projected on the wall
the face on film
cryings and moanings

beat shifts
black groung
an a line of colour piece


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