Time that passes beyond the open door,
Stop! Please stay a while.
Enjoy this sweet moment
as a rare delicacy.
a delicious flavor of hookah
and tobacco death.
I prefer life as a sparkler
than to a candle. So,
out I go.
What should I change?
Comments
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mmm
yes
i like I prefer life as a sparkler
than to a candle.
but after that nothing is ness.
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haha! SWEET. "i prefer life as a sparkler; than to a candle anyway." brilliant way to sum up the poem, loved it.


