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a shot in the arm
big back
i had a friend who changed his name
but couldnt change himself
never quite figured out how
to deal with what life
had dealt
he put a needle in his arm
to calm his handsome hell
who would have imagined
it could've worked out so well?
now he's a shape
that moves like echoes through
my room
and there's a voice the speaks
like someone is right behind me
i turn around
and found exactly what you
would expect
the clothes i left on my floor
the paper piled on my desk
the story is incomplete
the picture is left unfinished

no one plans to sleep
in the gutter
sometimes that's just
the most comfortable


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