What little time I have left to gather my personal effects
I remain undaunted, a flat affect
Left to my own devices I'd lay here silent forever
Left here. Id lay here forever
Yesterdays end and todays begining
A year from now and two months from eternity
Time has no place
Heart stranded; this place is displaced
And all for a touch of your lust
A pull of your cigarette
One for whom food is not enough
A sillouette, a shadow. Lost in the barren darkness
Once again in a mess of my own making- my only friend
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