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shots #4 bullets w. no name

 

we were drowned; we drowned between cold sweaty sheets & time;

refuse to die

 

nights go by w. nicotine & black coffee & yr face in blood above my bed

& yr drug induced mists dancing fires around me

 

a synthetic new reality - fading in - the slow rape of an immaculate dawn

melting my cerebral cortex

 

static - white lights - white heat - white noise - stains on the walls;

 

staring @ the ceiling

 

falling; slowly falling; like snow on a summers day

 

 

like rain

 

like rain

 

like bullets w. no name butterflies roam the badlands of deserted city streets




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Publicerad 2008-04-01 23:30



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