the old days

they arrived before me

I had a beanie on

Both me and M had grey beards

It was good to see M, and there was a girlfriend

H = hot potatoes

We were all damaged goods

Completely

We drank

We fell back to the olden days

When the Devil where sexy

We woke  devils

In those moments  its always the same thing … How we regurgitate, and end up believing in some thing

Even had to once again

Try and  convince ourselves

We were also OK

Not bad people

But

Then with the jack

&  ice

We knew

That we were god’s

Own

& Lucifers

Lost

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