It's Not Fun Anymore

Iconic smell of cigarettes
		were better when Hollywood still gave a damn.

	And it was always a good day when talking about days were fun
	but now, I just want to be full of emptier things.

			I don’t like being outside for too long.
			The walls outside talk too much.
			The walls inside talk too, but
			I can’t hear them.

		I remember when yogurt still had a smell.
		I can’t really smell Paris either.
		Maybe I just need to eat something
		To remind myself that something tasted good

		But there’s nothing good in that, is there?
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