Stupid is, is as stupid does
burning throught from whiskey buzz
alcoholic fears do creep
blood shed tears i weep
red rusted tracks chiseled
deep into cheeks so grizzled
by long days and lonely nights
devoid of hope, devoid of lights
Devoid of your arms to hold me tight
hope as i do, hope as i might
i cannot let go
i will not, NO
For Arleah Myerson
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