.Plastic flowers on a cold level splay
Cigarettes lay sizzling in your mother fucking tarred ash tray
Forty-six and always sick, my hopes they were all gone
Vacuum lips and every bit of smoke is withdrawn
A rush of fire burns, I'm in its light
Choked up or chained down
I.
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