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Death of a Saint

Blowing smoke at the wind has its advantages.

Especially when its handmade state-of-the-fuckin-art.

Should everything have a purpose? Doesn’t saying fuck off make it permanent anymore or have I missed an entire decade where words lost their significance to blocking someone on a social networking page?

Don’t I even get a response after all I’ve done for you in my mind?

The death of a saint

Does make me a sinner?

The fresh smell of paint in our house not yet built.

The death of a saint

Does make you a killer?

Those broken dreams, that in time stood still.


About Humbug

My past has a way of making my present feel jealous of the future.

One response to “Death of a Saint

  1. shreya ⋅

    i like the new look..

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