Come to me when you need a cover,
I shall sprinkle days of peace on you.
There are times I want to know the end
When I see it is known by few..
Don’t pull my sleeves to kiss me soft
When you have to take your mother’s call
The little girl in rags I see,
Braving the chill as winter fall
Weed smells better smeared with hope--
The bygone urge to hold you twice,
Amidst the toxic rings of trance
Time is a thief rolling the dice.
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