The night finds you listening to awful music
Look at this mess of things, garbage
Every nook
A ghost at the wheel
So then
A fucking word of advice
Don't ride the pitch horse slick
Like a black hole
Of ice, and risk an evening dream
Slow, slow, slow
I can't see anything
But I am not in this moment
Fun to die
For reasons sake
A thought takes you
I am losing control
SLIDE
Where have I been?
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