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burning

We’re stoned in the chains of the past Walking souls trying to find the way back Stuck there In this vivid dream In this cycle of broken sins The biblical story, can’t you not see   Dirt Noir Junkie Found peace among the whores Among the scum Words cocking up on the spoon Thoughts breaking loose The flames reminded me that I was just a kid When you let him touch me Inhale the smoke Mainline it to forget that your heart is broke Once somebody told me I’ll burn my veins Before The words burn the pages
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Jun 9, 2020
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