fearsome fighter

begots begets forgot forgets

Blissfully aware of the stares i ensare

comically cool cocky yet cockeyed

these cigarettes are gonna kill me

what is it we all do behind closed doors?

none of us wants to say

But what if we let it all out

writing better than personal expereince

betrayed by the spear of working achievements

cast down to depths of solitary confinement

but my own isolations has left contemplatively quiet

my own zions been flushed out from the fire

and now just as usual back to life’s desire


idk ijust think i was just enjoying the fire



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