I Work In A Old Bookshop

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Loving you,
like loving my blues.
hard and unsteady
but the good overcomes the bad every time,
raspberry and thyme.

Searching for a novel by an author that rhymes,
like the boys in the hills that tells lies.

Now im wearing my favorite pair of jeans
big glasses, i don't know what it means,
now we're fucked up, we're skins teens.

I work in a old bookshop,
i dream about it, not a job.
cigarettes, jack all things i should stop.
i put on my black tiny top
searching for the future in my laptop.

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