Yeah, Right
It’s winter –
the blow comes
hard now
I sit and wait and wonder
what will happen to me.
Where has my life gone.
I’m only seventeen.
Has my future
gone up in smoke?
This continues to bother me,
but, I’ll work it out tomorrow,
tonight I need a fix.
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