Another sleepless night with the quill to the ink, thoughts far away jotting all I even could think- im sinking deeper into this bottle, this beer can, This stog pack, Smoked half a pack in hindsight, can I have my throat back? Can i have my words back? Trust in you like my note pad? Share to you my thoughts, wait, lemme hold that- Ive coughed a lung with words to you written for you to decipher, ill supply the cigarette if you supply the lighter- Cheers-
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 06:51:07 +0000
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