looks low and long beard
here.
in the thin sound of a morning to late to move
wakes up slowly, as time does not forgive
and I still have those things on my mind
too many things on my mind I
new cigarettes and a heart that does not stink while
glasses are there waiting.
there I hope, I've got to believe
bubbles are released from the mouth as words like smoke
truth.
murmurs and some people would like hello with hugs them true.
no coffee.
expressions of serenity.
look forward to the valley of tears.
is just around the corner.
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