Hungry Dreams
Hungry Dreams
Whisky clouds
and wet cigarettes,
don’t you want to see?
I can show you more
than is just
loose women
and pursed lips, more
than dry mountains
of cash, or brittle television,
I can show you
your reflection
in a puddle
of...
hungry dreams..
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