Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Final Hugs

Grab the kids for final hugs
The little drugs
You found
In a bigger town
In a hygienic hotel
Last time you stayed
Was the last time you prayed
And the sound
Wasn't loud
But that time
Isn't this time
And that town wasn't this town
And the number you called
Rang out 
The moment you caught sight
In the middle of the night
Of the little drugs
But remember
The final hugs.

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