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Tissue paper cigarettes Rolled by black nails on the desk Filled by butts from God-knows-where Torn and reborn with great care To behold such broken men To then see myself in them To love and laugh and learn and cry To sit and wish the hours by Sit sideline to insanity and the ramblings of the mad No stranger to sitting vigil over broken hearts Just never hearts broken this bad
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Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
Beggars Song
Tissue paper cigarettes Rolled by black nails on the desk Filled by butts from God-knows-where Torn and reborn with great care To behold such broken men To then see myself in them To love and laugh and learn and cry To sit and wish the hours by Sit sideline to insanity and the ramblings of the mad No stranger to sitting vigil over broken hearts Just never hearts broken this bad
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Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
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