I need youAnd a cigarette The difference is I have apacket of cigarettes in my pocketBut I don’t have you coiled up in my lungs If I could, I would rather have you in my pocketand the cigarette far away

Fading Away

It’s Sunday night and I’m walking the streets of the most beautiful city in the world. On the streets cigarette butts crushed into the crevices of cracked pavements. Decay feels normal to these unpaved streets. The roads are filled with neglected buildings, And people with shattered dreams. I lie here in her arms like a... Continue Reading →

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