Morning bleeds in through the shades
Creeps along the pine, day dawning
The pain's tide is washing in
Bent, crawling skin, head caving in
Sick feeling in his guts
Eyes adjust to the sun, nights blurring
The air sours in his mouth
Lights a cigarette, shaking, breathes it in
"These nameless, dim-lit streets
Will be the death of me"
Following the cracks
And back alley bends
throwing
through
these
shaking
nights
nameless
pockets
money
lonely
morning
lined
lights
hands
washing
gonna
timely
sours
friend
caving
breathes
bleeds
boardwalk
deeper
fights
mouth
adjust
weight
roads
cracks
blurring
alley
streets
along
crawling
badly
death
swallow
bends
cheat
shades
dawning
dirty
cigarette
creeps
following
feeling
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