NightlifeA Poem by lostindismay_314Washing my hands
Watching the lines on my cigarette burn away in to ashes , like the life I used to know, as the bottom of my bottle shows the emptiness in my life, yet still the rest of the case awaits me.
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Added on July 4, 2019 Last Updated on July 4, 2019 Author
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