Once spoken
Words perfume the air
Like woodsmoke, like a breath of self that's no longer there
Such confidence
Such half-baked truth...
The sound of distant voices mocks the hubris of youth
Words perfume the air
Like woodsmoke, like a breath of self that's no longer there
Such confidence
Such half-baked truth...
The sound of distant voices mocks the hubris of youth
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