You look like
Someone I knew
Much much better
But your face is
A skull of hate
So now I wait
For random call
Little bow ties
On backs of legs
Youth on elbow
Livin'. Again.
Octopi, high.
Embrace the instinct
My bated breath
Goes unanswered
Phoenix rises
But not for me
I hold no grudge
Except maybe
The fact that she
Smoked all my ****
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 4:55 AM UTC
You look like
Someone I knew
Much much better
But your face is
A skull of hate
So now I wait
For random call
Little bow ties
On backs of legs
Youth on elbow
Livin'. Again.
Octopi, high.
Embrace the instinct
My bated breath
Goes unanswered
Phoenix rises
But not for me
I hold no grudge
Except maybe
The fact that she
Smoked all my ****
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