3 minutes,
a waste of time.
waste of space,
in my thoughts.
the air out there,
clouded with my smoke.
too numb to care,
exasperation,
becomes an empty chair.
tired of the empty words,
even knowledge makes no cure.
release of the white dove,
go, just go fly away.
let me sleep, go fly.
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