The yellow light was nice, music was nice.
The wine we drinking was nice, the cigarette was nice.
Lying in couch was nice, sitting with you was nice.
Even the silence was so very nice.
Phone rang, beeper alarmed, you sighed, i turned my face.
I thought it would be nice to embrace the return of reunion,
I thought it could be nice to realize who you have really become.
What i ever thought of shifted its tints like fading glamour,
disappeared with the upwards curling incense.
No more nice, no more worse,
lets retain the beauty of thorough destruction.
How nice...
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