2 pots of coffee. 3 kettles of tea. 4 bottles of beer. 5 glasses of wine.
1 pipe. 2 rolled. 3 cigars. 4 cigarettes.
Drowned in the sounds of the city.
The stars, if the stars were metal.
Self-described ladders.
Crawl under the darkness and find warmth.
Disappear between the lines.
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An invisible force that keeps me going, a cosmic power that moves me, you.
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