The dimly lit doorway
into a place where you only
spend five minutes and five bucks
the place between lost
and I’m willing to lose it all
the highway, a tongue
and this, just a taste bud
the simple reward of sweet
combined with the punishing truth
that this is the last stop before the end
this is where I find
what I’m looking for
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
The dimly lit doorway
into a place where you only
spend five minutes and five bucks
the place between lost
and I’m willing to lose it all
the highway, a tongue
and this, just a taste bud
the simple reward of sweet
combined with the punishing truth
that this is the last stop before the end
this is where I find
what I’m looking for
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