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Author: Creepy McSteezerson
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-22-05 - Updated: 01-22-05 - Complete - id:1814254

I’ve seen them all before

Old faces that seem new

It’s something I hadn’t expected

Hanging out with that old crew

That dark, piss stained alley way

It holds my memories too

Runnin’ from the pigs

It seems it’s all they ever do

And then there’s Jesus

Hangin’ on that upside down cross

And we’re just bakin’ out

With desperate hopes of getting lost

We liked to get to the point

Where nothing mattered anymore

It didn’t matter who we were with

Or what we were here for

It’s the greatest escape

You feel it deep in your lungs

A nerve settling feeling

And your whole body numbs

I was all drugged up

In a house that wasn’t mine

I was so fucked up

And I was just wastin’ some time



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