Feb 2016
It's cold, the lights are out,
and the roof is leaking
but I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth,
a glass of whisky in my hand,
and a rope around my neck.
and the roof is leaking
but I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth,
a glass of whisky in my hand,
and a rope around my neck.
(Chicago, Illinois)
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