I fight this with
Two closed fists
Under a purple sky
Naked trees
Are clawing
For the air
This won't pull on emotions
But it's something to do
Go ahead
Try it
If you dislike, refund's at the door
I always fell for
The sucker punch . . .
I confess the changes
Maybe I'm growing up
From the shoes on my feet
To the stench in my mouth
I'll remain transparent . . .
And while you speak in codes
I'll speak in spirit
I tasted
I did that
Now I'm hooked . . .
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