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i've got a way with pain
i'm a shitty aim
but i've got my wounds
to tide me over
till the next round of disaster
i've got a small space
where i can ride it out
like some fool on a string
itching to be pulled
away.

morose, verbose
i know.
but a shoe and a blanket
and a pocket of memories
don't make the best audience
for an aspiring smile
all the while
i'm wishing ghosts could speak


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