Fired the last cigarette,
to warm me up,
and was that it to fix the broken window?
cold and painful roads,
they are to be a guide to our heavens!
To be as long as there is hope in finding the one and only inner child!
Fired the last cigarette,
to warm me up,
and was that it to fix the broken window?
cold and painful roads,
they are to be a guide to our heavens!
Posted by EternallyExceptional at 9:38 p.m.
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