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had this kicking around for a while, I liked it... One of those nights nothing feels right music’s shallow and fake, leaves unanswered questions in its wake. my ecape root thus barred my twilght de-starred I curl upon the sill infused with fear of the will to jump; I need a fag. Clipper and packet from plastic bag. Sickly flame, but I’m back in the game just ciggies hit the spot, can’t get off on pot no more. From my lips a stream another life, a fragile dream gone in a puff, gone up in smoke. Oh how I wish I would choke. Simple pleasures grow feathers, fly, another sod needs ‘em more than me what would I have done with them anyway? I said, “Get lost, big shot, I’ll forge my own luck” with one lousy fuck? Not quite. Fortune is blind, I sold my mind. My payment? One hell of a headache.
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