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high and low the best you'll find is adversity secrets to highest highs lie hidden not in purity but the creeping black of filthy skies clings stickily to searching eyes so touch your lips to tainted skin that drapes the bones and pulls so thin whispered words play little tricks with my ears tattered lids hide sultry eyes and poisoned tears a little to the pulling tide send prayers to heaven winds to ride i scratch to pull that halo down and fill it with a screaming sound a little less on divinity puts me one step nearer depravity perversity adversity... © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |