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Your Blues

In the dirt, you’re no one’s fool
Your blood marks every page
You fled your rubbled dream of school
and found a bigger cage

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Late one night, your brain scraped loud
Your forehead bashed a door
Black lights wrapped you in a shroud
You kissed the bathroom floor

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You slept through films, forgot your books
You asked her to the show
She said, due to your sketchy looks
I’m here to tell you no

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That welfare line was deathly long
You’d blown your credit twice
You heard a moody gospel song
that chilled your nerves like ice 

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Anguish beats inside the blues
Blood leaks out at the break
You scan your shuffling splattered shoes
and storm into their wake

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