Monday, July 13, 2009

Little soldier.

Do you remember... anything?
The alley way, 4.oo in the fucking morning, little soldier... You told me everything.
Why, have you gone and done this to yourself?
The alley way, and we were sipping tea, and you smiled and said you'd never change.
Now it's 1.oo in the fucking morning and I just spent an hour staring into your fucking empty face.
What the fuck are you?
You're gone now, because I told you I missed you, little soldier...
I'll eat your babies, bro.

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