Cars ease by in cycles.
Moving closer and closer to the happy, never ending roads of lust in my mind.
Winding down until there is no more.
Buildings line these streets, each filled with lust.
lust, lust, and more lust.
Drugs, sex, alcohol.
Fill me up, for I am a fuck up.
Now I've had my share, I'm ready for my next share of love.
Fill me up, for a am empty.
but who am I to speak?
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