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money on 21
10:20 pm / 15.12.03

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

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