08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
It seems my life is blend
of leggy blonde's nicotine schedule one drugs and excellent fictions
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
06 December 2007
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