An empty bottle of cheap champagne,
half-smoked cigarette snuffed out by rain,
seven dollars and a girly magazine
stuffed in the pocket of his faded jeans...
leaning on the corner of sixth avenue
shooting sugar with the chosen few,
glassy eyed and pale green cheeks,
hasn't seen the sun in six long weeks...
red tatoo of a snake and vine,
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