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your eyes changed from a nameless paint

toward a cloudy broken mirror state

that no one seems to clear away

the rage inside lingers to stay

your body’s now a tattered feather

without a blowing wind to weather


you’re falling soon be crawling down

a shoddy wooden black staircase

into some cobbled alley place

with the boiling metal spoon you hide

that plagues your blue-red lines inside

i’m bawling soon be calling in

from angel town to any town

the nine one one that waits around


like the 45 that just keeps skipping

i’m here to hold you close again

like the 45 you just keep loading

i’ll listen to you shout, but then


i’m here not to save you

i’m here but to love you

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