Whispers curl in silver threads,
Truth is cloaked in what’s unsaid.
Eyes meet, but never see—
What’s real fades quietly from me.
A laugh, a look, a shifting glance,
All just part of the practiced dance.
Behind the mask, I barely breathe,
Wrapped in smoke, I disappear beneath.
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Ash in the air, breath tastes like lies,
Hope drips slow where silence dies.
A smile drawn with shattered glass,
A ghost behind each word you pass.
You speak in fog, I drown in doubt,
Each promise just a burn drawn out.
Your shadow moves, but never stays—
Smoke screen heart in a world ablaze.




















