Old habits, die conspicuously. . .
they drag, and they kick,
and they crawl, and they scream,
and the bleed, and they weep,
and they want.
they know, and they dont,
and they haunt, and they wont,
and nothing will hide them , it shant.
so we walk, and we talk,
and they whimper, and hide,
and they know in you i confide.
the growth of you, and death of me,
is this what makes you happy?
i hold it in , and shout it out,
and know it all comes to nowt.
the habits? their a minor tragedy...
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