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Can't help thinking back sometimes. I remember that pipe. With a little wooden bowl and a long black stem and that sweet pipe tabacoo smell. It would hang on a hook next to the hammer with 2 tins. One of them for friends, one of them for the time alone. And thats how he made himself oblivious to what happened. And all those glass bottles, pipes, ( Read more... )

Rolling thunder across the head,
Bolted down,
Green lights guide wanderers,
black rain and haze.

Now its and empty barrel,
A little white wonder,
Now we get to lay awake again,
And keep on wondering, what now?

What are you supposed to do when you're hated?

A bottle of wine and bridge,
It's all downhill from here.

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I'm the boy in the corner of the room in the party thats life.

Side swiping the iron walls ( Read more... )

That sparkle in your eyes, its a chipped diamond. I am an imperfection.