Shit yeah, i'm boring sometimes. dull as the dirt i wear on sundays hoping someone is looking long enough to see me through the sunshine so i can rest aloof and alone with a pale can and the ash that's kept me leaning since i was seventeen, fresh out of the bin and ready for company.
Sometimes, i'm a frenzy. smiling. fuck you and the romans you rode to the top of the shit pile just to look down on my moral compass and tell me i'm wrong for wishing well in the time of this plague you made for me and the thousands who still believe there's something to be said for half-drunk affection.
The kind you mean no matter the breath of morning.
What keeps the good men roaring.
And make me better every goddamn day.
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