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an address to old habits
die hard
you bastards, die
take no quarter
but please, please take me too
everyone's so polite here
they'll never mention your names
there are so many of you!
each quirky, sometimes
black in the shames
but never feel
you need be lonely
I'm coming along on the journey
and I'm coming home with you
...if it wasn't for bad habits, I wouldn't have any habits at all
ReplyDeleteMust be the way for the lawless poets, strangely attached to our bad habits.
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