A Dissolving Soul
I can't stop smoking
My soul is on fire..
My nightmares too are flaring
But I know the devil is a liar
My empty pockets full of green
Oh how I wish I could drink like a tree
Instead of dissolving in this golden unclean
So I could grow to be a hundred or three
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2016
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