Crackling yellow leaf dead forest waiting, under foot of white owls whistling winds clutching mountains
melting glaciers between the lips of an angel, between the thighs of midnight clasping suicide, all the pretty girls without dates screaming on rooftops over cities of whores and drunks, through the drizzle in Seattle
on nights they wish they weren't alone, coz loneliness is a drag when alone with themselves, pills only take them so far (to be continued...)
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