On a floor drowning in ashes,
Seeping vomit and beer and laughs.
Endless vomit.
A thousand voices, all proclaiming
A thousand friends all abandoning.
An empire of rumors, unrelenting.
Nothing to say, but a cloud of smoke,
And it all blows away.
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"I am tired, I am weary. I could sleep four thousand years."
Please tell me what you think
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the smoke blows away, but not me.
no abandoning here. -
you can sleep, and awake in my arms
i'll never abandon you. never.
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