“To Hide Away”

Tyler R. Martin

A warm bath, a flick of ash, a swig of wine, a thin white line;
Oh what a day to be anesthetized and hide away as wind chimes chime.
A puff of smoke, a mental fog, the chaotic withering spiritual smog.
The outside world, eons away, sleep so soundly in shrouds of Grey.

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