when you come out of the
cold
i will still be waiting
here
you will fucking know what i
think
if its the last thing you ever
hear

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I see you
bending over
backwards
to please
bound for glory
with a single
good decision
I taste you
in the night
time
to please
walk out
on damp street
of old haunts
take
a picture
it will
last

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