I hold an image of the ashtray girl of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put our friendship to a test And late at night Whilst on all fours She used to watch me kiss the floor What's wrong with this picture?
I'm thinking about distancing myself from public view for awhile. Save some money. Design some tattoos. Find a new job, perhaps an apprentiship doing something interesting? You know, the usual things a hermit does
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