Fourteen dollars and some change
in his pocket.
Half a pack of cigarettes holding it down.
And with that, his life savings, he set out
boots shuffling through the last dirt
anyone would ever see them tread upon.
Trailing smoke and tears,
he disappeared into the sunset.
Please tell me what you think
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damn. great imagery.
i like the personal irony that you wrote this on my bday when my life was going to shit -
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i'm sorry darlin... if it makes you feel any better, my life went to shit on my bday too! We need to chill sometime, it really has been too long.
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call me, then. i'm only 20 mins away and i love to drive
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i think i might've lost your number... a lot of things disappeared when i moved outta the house. message me with it?
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