in my old planner
Skull on the wrist,
Leather jacket clung,
Hard core music in disk,
Cigarette on his lung.
Plays in the band,
Chain smoke every night,
Have a dirty hand,
Because of the gun in tight.
White substance around him,
Yet he is my universe,
From the light and dim,
I'll love him with all my power.
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