Million Billion Trillion
Sunday, May 23, 2010
the day job
with 17mg midaz
its all about laying lo
we'd make a met call, she'd make an alter call
watch her resps as she re-emerges into a world
she does not want to know
this drug induced halo, chicken parma glo, her words were slow
she cant think of why or how long ago
and my questions are like therapy bubbles
that we laugh at when they vanish
cigarette burn on her inner thigh
an enveloped message from the inside
to stop what ever it is that makes...
its f-ing difficult, all of it, thats my line of advice. i know that. but why i dont know why this little fledgling wont fight.
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