ended with the slam of a door,
but he's got the best stories,
you can be sure,
that as he was leaving,
it felt like freedom.
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Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
the salubrious habits department: the bittersweet lullabies
ended with the slam of a door,
but he's got the best stories,
you can be sure,
that as he was leaving,
it felt like freedom.
