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sycamore tree

Posted to Poetry




the nights are lonely but
second hand addictions are making you you.
why dont you just have a cigarette, take another drink.
you know it would feel good. you know what you would think.
because its the blondes that fuck things up
its the brunettes that show you love.

tired of jesus, tired of god. tired of trying to be what im not.
tried to sell my soul to the devil on the blackmarket square
but he just walked me by. he just said "no thanks"