Where’re all my friends, all those sweet times?
The changes suck me out and day
By day I cry and smoke in pines,
Withdrawn all hopes, withdrawn all prays
The time is passing by, and me’d
Like to exchange my rusty life
To all eternal high of weed,
To rest and sleep with you, my light
July 23rd, 2018
give my glasses back, please
© Copyright: Игорь Левкевич, 2018
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