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ok, put this in your insecuritly pipe and smoke it

Posted to Utterances




I would love to drink a glass of whiskey with
that sad, sorry man
cry over Dylan Thomas
and skate words, feel
our ears burn with blood and ideas

I always read your words, firsty
cuz i know i'm in for a treat
we don't always agree, god knows
but i always respect what you have to say