Pugnus Diligo

A lonely cigarette
Waiting for a silhouette
Of faded love
To make a call

He didn’t trust
Himself to fall in love
In case it grows
Until it goes
Somewhere in his heart
Where it dies
And falls apart

Until it falls
With a half-life
You can’t count with time
When all the flowers bloom
Light turns into gloom
Smoke still floats
About the room

Cold ash
Burning in his heart
Doused by the iron glove
That wields love

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