Time sold cheaper than all my words; I was free here for a time. With all the old lists of all my old losings as company through my chores; the doors still spun all the same and I was free here for a time.
Words stank so softly of cinder; I was free here for a time. Ears a' ringin' loftily and spirit soarin' loftily and loftily I lived for no more; I remembered little all the same and I was free here for a time.
Cinder burned through all my mind; there was only this and nothing more. With my time all sold and my words grown cold; I was free here for a time.
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Thinking you were free and that now is all lost is just wrong - now you are getting free by saying get fucked to the booze and staying clean and straight sober.
ReplyDeleteThat's what I call being free...
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