Smoked Stained

Don't want a smokey heartDarkened by seething rageNever looked to be this uglyThe tiniest of particles,Grates the soul unrecognizableConceptualize simplicitySay what you meanMean what you sayThere is no room for filler or fluffWanting so much to trustTo believe in wordsTo read the silenceTainted by desireWarped by sensibilityResponsibility temporarily negates joyThe places that linger are all stained grayWith gray, all is allowableAll is forgivable and can be forgottenRight or wrong isn't foggyDon't want a smokey heartThere is no honor with no rules
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