First loves are hard to shake like well wishing addictions
no one can combat a hustler muse and her side street charms
she loves me not
throwing me to the money wolves lusting after her curves
luring me back
promises of being the favourite boy never to be traded
so I will always sit elsewhere
waiting for the scorching heart to call me home stumbling
to burn up what is left of a concrete kid
born in a tale of cities

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