On the street edgings
spring
pharmacists,
fledglings,
peddling their wares and
nobody cares.
More people are done by drugs people have done
and it's not any fun
anymore.
I leave them alone now and get
by without them,
somehow
life seems a
lot better.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
On the street edgings
spring
pharmacists,
fledglings,
peddling their wares and
nobody cares.
More people are done by drugs people have done
and it's not any fun
anymore.
I leave them alone now and get
by without them,
somehow
life seems a
lot better.
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