sometimes it's like 
"Sorry, man. I can't carry you. My pockets are full."

and then the ugly side comes out 

in the face of denial, the ugly side comes out 

but it doesn't give me room for me
to love a stranger .

Sometimes,
I quote the old great songs 
carried on high like gospel 
picked out of a smoke stained book
older than I've ever been 
worn, ill-fitting
language , tumblin...

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