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The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city's cemetery's humming
Im wide-awake, its morning
I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents have they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses
So Im drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But cant...
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fatality:
Of course anyone with that posted in their journal would get into Chemical Halo! Welcome to the group.
fatality:
And welcome to the site, ask if you have any questions.