Nico sings sad ballads in a room full of smoke
inhale the ecstatic loops of her rhapsody
caress the cigarette between her lips with eyes
ordinary enough to hide behind a desk
tonight suckle the drug traced to your addiction
imbibe drink after drink until the sun ascends
notice in the mirror how dry your yellowed skin
even your hair looks dull with or without pomade
Nothing lasts forever you tell your reflection
only the image knows better than you how long
time allows you to live before your allotment
is up when they measure to cut the cord you hold
caught up in the moment of early adulthood
even if you believe Nico will save your soul
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