I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while another drink awaits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with emotions like stone.
I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while another drink awaits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with emotions like stone.
Anonymously Hal 
Sad and pithy!😒
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Brilliant 🖤🖤
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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You’re most welcome my friend.
Hope you’re doing well 🖤🖤
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Strong images! Can picture this one so clearly!
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Thank you Benjamin!!!!!
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You’re welcome!!!
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