Flames with fears in a wisdom park,
Just across the underground train.
I stopped my car to see the city lights.
The rain was covering the flames inches by inches.
It feels funny when you say that you once cared,
And it's not because you are wearing your shirt backward.
I did learn to breath from your initials.
But the taste has changed; its my tears that i love.
Flames and tears and strangers drowned by fears.
A bad version of wisdom controlled by it's own verbal addictions.
The taste for a machine build to neutralise pain.
Are we yet humans or only flames with fears.
The names we trust with invisible ink,
Are catching our fears and treatning our backs.
To know that misery is just an avenue away from flames...
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