I lonely time with trespass breaths My lonely sense numb like feel drag through the cigar lit Just do what tis beating box doth Betwixt the crafting fingers lay The peaceful cigar ready to lit No honey raw of words running Like baby lay on craddle cigar lay on lips And lit the first of puff ablaze The numbness slumber senses well The fountain youth hath drink is soothe Know not even tis cosmos canst do tis OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATnightbg45 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.