another morning stoner
so what did you do, kill his libido?
fish fry faster on flames of gold
you try and you fly but high and low you go and behold you throw your arms around to hold to the thing you lost when the cost came to much for such a simple thing that means everything dreams and drinks are made of
fields of lives sway in dismay like children lined up for the slaughter
sing a song to remind me of the times you used to be around to sing to me
this way goes and corrodes the moonlight's reflection against outlooking eyes peering in at the outside inside out
maybe someday the sun will sleep in and i will gladly wake before dawn to bring you breakfast in bed
today ends and tomorrow rains doubt that the next will come in god's grace
breathless inhale exhale lungs fail shortness of death
posted by fillshe @ 1:10 AM
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