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i bit the bullet, it cracked my teeth
i spit up blood i got a taste for it when i was young i'm carrying comfort in a styrofoam cup 'til the morning comes, i'll think of you goddamn i can act on my instincts too through varying degrees of diversional techniques i can turn a cheek to everything i've ever abandoned. i wanna feel the energy beneath my feet, i don't wanna be asleep.
but maybe it wasn't meant for us?

i wanna be the belle of the barrio
the
light
in a
dark

place

but for now i'll lose myself

set
some
fires
for
wholeness...

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