dear christofer,
i really don't know
what need you, —
at the night birds will
make nest o'er
your head.
possible,
it will be the answer
what, what did you need to live.
and a hundred rats die
for your destiny,
for your conversation w god,
for your place in the world.
but you don't see!
you don't deserve their deaths.
you're fuckin bastard
who don't appreciate
nothin.
you're really nothin thing,
and all your words are
rubbish, but why,
why people believe to you
always?
cuz ;;;;
pleasing to the ears.
dear liar--
christofer
i will always say
that you're
a man about town who stands
behind a whole generation.
pop-music for rubbish
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