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A conversation with a smokerStanding against a cracked, crimson building, he stands strained-inhaling a long puff from the limp cigarette dangling from his dirty fingers. The city lights exceed expectation tonight and even though his hair hasn’t been washed in days there’s something magical in those decaying, brown eyes of his. He points out the stars telling stories about his days back in college when his band toured across country. They didn’t make much and they didn’t get far but the music was the reason they’re better people today. With the exception that he can ‘t give up smoking because back when he was twenty he smoked two packs a daA conversation with a smoker
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MoreTime for road blocks, let go and change the locks, I'm tired of looking at shadow blues, it's hard to sustain emotions on cues, This could have been more,More
if my heart wasn't so sore, Your nothing more,
than a straight up bore.
by ~luvmanofsteel
ButterflyRun away little butterfly- the full moon is dry, and the heart inside my eyes will someday sigh. Don't worry, it is not a lie, for I fear love is a crime, and I shall try, to electrify, your eerie cry.Butterfly
by ~luvmanofsteel
Midnight ManThis wound inside my heart, will grow old. Craters of rotten bones allot- emotional time tables and charts, of days gone. Traps of memories embark, on the shadows and thieves inside- my gray, old heart. Flowers fade, kisses lapse-- am I the only one who is afraid, that love might last? Cold allies and pages ensure, cease rotten scoundrel! My being cannot care for, heartless fragments of the midnight man. Tisk of vengeance, it does no good for the soul, bad things come to those who hold- memories like plaques. This invisible ring iMidnight Man
by ~luvmanofsteel
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