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Standing with the dirt between my toes
i drop to my knees...
Black clouds
night sky...
The specialties of a poetic since
burns brown eyes blue...
The sympathy
of the nightingale cherry tree...
As this drug fills my soul
i begin to fight...
Is it safe to pretend
that i have not sinned...
As this drug fills my soul
i begin to fight...
Its something special
but its worth as much as life...
He’s got a syringe in his backpack...
A picture of his mom in a keep safe locket...
Sentimental
shes something like that...
A tear is a tear.. and smile is a smile... no matter what happens you will have them both every once in a while.... |
Love is like a shoe.. only use it when it fits. |
When people think wrong of you they are only wronging themselves.. |