Cold Whiskey And Green Cigarettes ...

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I just sketched some things on quickly a bit the connection is lost I accept criticism advice and hate mostly :) Cold whiskey and green cigarettes on ex and look without pity Past dreams current nightmares In a frozen puddle of mud and I see lips scarlet hair from me caressed eyes and shady with a smile staring at me She steps slowly with fear and I fly straight to her I hug her and she turns to dust and I wake up from sleep The memory of her burns money even Flies in dreams comes in nightmares Kisses me caresses and leaves me again alone Doomed to see her only drunk And the heart has already stopped does not breathe the soul is broken without feeling with a dry throat I write to you and show you what art is

Last Updated
September 01, 2020
Author:
ronaldrios

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