I look at the man on the street
the bottle has drained his face of color
the cigarette burns a hole through his fingers,
still dimly lit and smoldering
we are different, aren't we?
I'd like to think so.
We are different....
or are we?
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
I look at the man on the street
the bottle has drained his face of color
the cigarette burns a hole through his fingers,
still dimly lit and smoldering
we are different, aren't we?
I'd like to think so.
We are different....
or are we?
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