After sleepless nights
heavy melancholy sailor
slipped on like wisps
and prefer to smoke a cigarette
the glimmer of a smile blasphemous.
And you can become whores
street people without honor
maybe it's the fault of coffee taken in a hurry
or a glass of JD poorly savored
or maybe it's just tears and misery
before you start all over again
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