Something To Call My Poetry

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

From Emilliana Torrini

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
Full of liquor, unsteady
Nothing brings me down
I drink too much and smoke too fast
Got this city cleared off my innocence
and when it stops, it stops
my heart stops beating

Why am I so foolish
To create such a mess
and embarassments

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