this bee wants a cigarette. i bet he'd like a puff of it. buzzing, does he ever quit? flick ash off the end of it. days are spent in wanderlust searching for that bit of sun, thinking i had lucky caught the warmest shadow ever sought. these are days i want to last when they set what's broken in a cast. purge my demons once and for all, make everything beautiful. god is holding with me, the devil kisses both my feet while i just ask the sun to stay singing its sweet serenade.
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