i let the fire decide my fate. it's such an easy trick, chewing on matchsticks, using abusing & sitting here smoky-eyed staring at you. i know i remind you of your days in the junkyards, here with my heels spearing dreams in the gutter, inhaling the hopes around me & breathing out trash. decipher these prayers. shining like diamonds, sharp edges
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yes. beautiful.
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