A late night, later than the usual
Filled with whiskey and scotch
More than should be allowed
A night like this requires a bit more
Camels and Marlboros go up in smoke
Speech of death and despair leaves his lips
My ears are open, mouth closed
Pushing back tears, and searching for the words
Words of love and comfort
I cannot find...
I leave him with nothing...
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Good stuff.
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