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Ive been here before

On this page

In these lines

I've penned myself into this story

Time $ Time

To climb into their shadows

Dust of dead, great men

To smoke, what they smoked

To drink, what they drank

Chasing death on the back of a hellhound

Leaving a trail of crumpled notes behind

The ghosts leave a glimmer in the eye

Until you piss the whiskey out

Scavenge and Pilfer

The smouldering pile of crumpled notes

Of those before

Dig in the ash $ leave

The prints on your paper

Leave the mark on your sons and daughters

Etch their words on your grave

Ive been here before, on this page