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Crocus
To draw a crowd
Without paper and pen
Of the people you love
Oh, you loved them so
You had a night to forget
And record down
Into forgotten journals
And they were drawn to you
To blister off your tears
That smudge your grungy shirt
To sooth you with a slow drag
To numb the open wounds
That throb on your mind
Headache never goes away
A slow drag of the rope
Of that unfriendly smoke
That soothed your scarred lungs to sleep
