Smog Line

Mahria

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When you fall in the gutter we'll walk on your hands.
Tuck your toes in, you're in for a cold one.
We like you sleeping under the smog line, it keeps our high-up view a strong one.
Don't carry on too far from your ditch bed, we want you sleeping in a muddy casket.
Don't try to thaw cold hands by any warming fire.
Freezing fingers can't open doors.
Raise your eyes to try to see old stars, just see the dirt. so take the change- it pours like rivers.
You're still hungry tomorrow.
You're still cold tonight.
Just try to remember the stars in a dirty city.
Just slip again.
We deserve this.