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Cigarette Stomps

Pits of ashes,

You can't hear me through your

Dots and dashes.

 

Screaming face,

You're stuck in place,

I walk away with grace.

 

You'll try to tell me I am wrong,

But I'll just walk along - 

Thinking clearly,

Moving queerly,

Living life sincerely.

◄ If I Trusted Myself

I & You ►

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