| Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
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| That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.
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| I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength
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| To hammar pillars for a picket fence.
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| It wasn’t quite what it seemed,
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| A lack of pleasantries.
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| My able body isn’t what it used to be.
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| I must admit I was charmed by your advances,
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| Your advantage left me helplessly into you.
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| Talking how the group had begun to splinter,
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| And I could taste your lipstick on the filter.
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| I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress,
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| But call-response overturns convictions every time.
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| My memory cannot recall (a wave of alcohol)
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| We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
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| Talking how the group had begun to splinter,
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| And I could taste your lipstick on the filter.
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| Lushing with the hallway congregation,
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| My best judgement signed it’s resignation.
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| I rushed this.
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| We moved too fast,
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| Trips into the guest room.
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| I rushed this.
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| We moved too fast,
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| Trips into the guest room. |