as close to tenderness a fortuneteller


I'm going to have a heart attack
in twenty years if he doesn't stop
making that noise that I'm sure
to remember in twenty years sprawled
over his aged self, whacky self, 
when the sirens outside remind
of that ropey-dope dead drop drip drip drug slips,
stop mewling man I still love you some

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~ by Jeremy on July 21, 2008.

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