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[halotrickster]

I wish i could write,
like you rock and roll.

if i could take a hold
of that something you've got,
id set it free
released into the wild
of
nyc

sweet nothings
and a pack of cigarettes
i can hear the knock-knocking
cold showers
and
tactful
exits

and the price
of this madness?
who am i to say

my fingers are utterly
smokeless
so i figit my digits
in my pockets

ill chime in, five years from now
and let you know
how i feel...