smoke these words or choke them down.
we've all gotta die somehow.
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Secondhand Swagger
Monday, August 19, 2013
I was raised by a grand piano - cover open -
one day I chose to sing over it;
hovering hope that the horoscopes were right,
that I'm a bull inside, hidin from sight.
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