EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT
writing words across the mindsince I can't remember
but still every night
heading off
with no forcing in
waving goodbye for what it might seem
making way
and smile against
family on the burn
and everything you could call home
hope that kills
screams
raging and parties
and people’s
made by
turn tv on and
be an hero for some time
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