Reminiscence of a
past, haunted like
a lost spirit
in the dusk
of his youth.
Smokey lips whispered
the tales of cost
in a lost
battle with life,
destiny’s shot not
a coincidence
nor an accident,
to break
this jinx new
lusty hubs
chosen cautiously
by many but
destiny’s victims
smothered in their
own blaze.
With a fake smile
With a fake smile
valorously he gazed
at the scars as an armor.
Still he walked in
perfection amidst
the disfigured minds
as an unshakable
tiny twinkle.
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