we sit and we sigh and nothing gets done
so right so clued up we just get old
and all the while been torn asunder
nicotine and bacteria
The days burn out like the final breath of a cigarette, tossed to the side and dreamt away.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
a god that plays dead.
The days burn out like the final breath of a cigarette, tossed to the side and dreamt away.
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