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The Bathroom
the room has begun to fill with smoke,
both marijuana and ciggarettes;
There we sit scattered among his bed,
all lost in our heads;
going on about our futures,
when we know we're going nowhere;
except for the bathroom,
to take another hit.
both marijuana and ciggarettes;
There we sit scattered among his bed,
all lost in our heads;
going on about our futures,
when we know we're going nowhere;
except for the bathroom,
to take another hit.
Published 3rd Feb 2010
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