A smile set to beguile and
defile into exile,
erstwhile,
a cigarette meant to offset
the regret of the brunette.
But it was kismet.
The sunset,
The duet and the sweat.
A halo all aglow,
ready to give the deathblow
that will echo and follow like a shadow
that you should have long ago outgrown.
A knife, the user rife with strife.
A lowlife, living a hard life.
She lies, hardly lifelike; surrounded by the
remnants of her existence,
sadly boiled down to a knife, a halo, a cigarette, and a smile.















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"With Hell's heart, I stab at thee!"
-Herman Melville
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Don't worry about your heart, it will last you as long as you live.
W.C. Fields
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Don't worry about your heart, it will last you as long as you live.
W.C. Fields
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"Celebrate, carbonate
Lackadaisical love
Cause it's just us in all our rust:
Beautiful, horrible..."
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Don't worry about your heart, it will last you as long as you live.
W.C. Fields
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found religion inside myself
i drank the blood, the flesh was stale
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Don't worry about your heart, it will last you as long as you live.
W.C. Fields
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Everything I ever needed to know I learned by killing smart people and eating their brains.
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