money on the 21
i'll die if the dice
roll 5.
murder magic
slay my soul
picking litter
makes me feel damn old.
25 and 71
14, 16 and now im dunn
for now
baby breasts
slit her wrists
and left me crying by her grave
smile dripping from my face
i cry.
baby breasts
we swallow hard
and try to forget the
smell of rain on
your freshly dug grave
55 and still alive we have shadows
to assure us of failure.
smoking weed through silver sheets
a dank and dreary fear
the fear of someone real
the fear of nothing to feel
the fear of our only fear
a shadow disapppeard
10:20 pm - 15.12.03
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