Hard boiled egg, wheat toast, coffee, and a radio.
He lies on the table, one year later, five years too late.
The lines of his forehead begin to slow him down.
Let them swallow you, until your throat becomes swollen.
Tobacco and the widow. Heartache and regret.
Lay the pistol on the floor, spit in my face and call me a whore.
He lies on the table, one year later, five years too late.
The lines of his forehead begin to slow him down.
Let them swallow you, until your throat becomes swollen.
Tobacco and the widow. Heartache and regret.
Lay the pistol on the floor, spit in my face and call me a whore.
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Don't be uncomfortable. Wake up and feel the rain on your head.
Breathe it in and taste it.
Don't ever let go.
Taste life.
Live.