Burning tobacco, kept on lips no fingers. Burning, the smoke, going in all the rooms. Pick two to brood
in. Days are stitched together for me, so that, I wont miss the other days, that are kept outside. I can
watch the sun here, and see it all go. Got lots of sleep, feet are dragged off the bed, and I'm piled on the
ground.
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