Rhyme in four

Gilly

I am moving beyond the grace of solitude
Where souls wandering, do not dwell
In the smoke of a burning cigarette
The taste of nicotine in my blood

You will never reach my altitude
My deep inner me to you i do not sell
No longer vision to you i set
No longer in my veins you flood

Not walking through an interlude
There's no trace of parallel
No label or vignette
I am standing high above the mud-

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