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Rolling Stone

My connect is about to re-up.    
     
Too much is never enough.      
     
One cig fallows the next and    
My life is a consistent mess.    
     
My ambitions are few but grand.    
     
Blow is the best friend I have.      
     
Bottles of wine keep me company and      
Broken women tend to love me.      
     
I test death to taste it.      
     
Wicked games are my favorite.      
     
I dance with the devil and      
My soul slows down to savor it.      
     
This is the path I chose.    
     
I've have no direction home.      
     
I'm no saint so call me a
Rolling Stone.    
     
     
     
     
     
 
rainy_day13
Written by rainy_day13 (william swann)
Published | Edited 19th Feb 2016
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