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Saturday, January 24, 2015

yung derelict

electric blizzard

push the dope through these veins

another winter

more lines of cocaine

painting scriptures

pretty portraits of blame

layers of literature

cracks in this porcealin brain

I think I was a sculpture in a past life

destroyed by the rain

my lover is an ocean

she has no use for the trains

I ride them relentlessly

its the only place I can think

ecentric wizard

will I ever be the same?

I’ll see you in another


in a galaxy far far away

until then…Ill be in pain

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