he waits for johnny thunders to be on his ears again
while tequila
his sadist lover bites the tongue
between exhaling puffs of smoke through the
window into the gritty night
between exhaling puffs of smoke through the
window into the gritty night
he has no home where there is sun
no appetite for pancakes with maple syrup
he hungers only
for solitude
for solitude
lonely songs on the radio
complimenting his isolation
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