I waltz with wrecking balls.
I'm Tigers in Heat.
I'm the floor
of the firestorm jungle.
Annihilation in my bloodline.
I'm the tar in your lungs.
I'm the son of a butcher.
The pre-dawn
junkie march
down the avenues
of Cold Slum Babylon.
This is our New Year
and there's no cure
for these
deep
deep
blues.
They'll bare no flowers.
Just 365 more
ways to lose.
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