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Here I am still intact, and |
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I should give myself credit for that, but |
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I =have cast a stone deep into my throat, |
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I squat on land my feet won't =reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, |
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I need a square foot and =a rope. |
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We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through =our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much =lighter level. |
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Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of =squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting =darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her =shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. = |
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The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like =he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't =respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little =girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no =device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the =loose ends. |
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Mel |
