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Socrates

by  bogdantiganov

Posted: Thursday, July 1, 2004
Word Count: 45




he kissed my hand after the cigarette
and told me how they’d blinded him
there was nothing but alcohol and nicotine

a corporate world around us

well they’ve blinded me too
shot through my brain

he kissed my hand
not all Londoners are cold
hitmen