i've grown sick of the cigarettes and regret
they've turned me sick and i'm left as the sun rises; my throat as sore as my ego
... walking forever with nowhere to go
i've grown sick of the cigarettes and regret
i wish sometimes i could forget.
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THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION!
PoetryTHE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION: my eighth poetry album, telling stories of the nights i felt most alive and the nights i didn't. Euphoria ( /juːˈfɔːriə/ 1st February 2021. © 2021 Billy Waugh
