| There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window What do I have to show To a world that the only way to destroy Is to die like a baby boy I could be happy in infinity Of the space of my eyelid But I know I’m somewhere else Where the words on this page Are better than the scribling nonsense they are, And it would be real, And I eat my last meal Wish that I could feel But now I don’t even know if I’m real |
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Smoked my stuff and drunk all my wine.
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