these thoughts are why i have no friends
Tuesday
the bathroom light is still on.
farther than the eye can see,
sits an old man. he has green
eyes and a broken hip.
you will always catch him
with a bottle of whiskey and
a pack of smokes. you know
he's gone when the fire is
out.
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