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Don’t give me
your troubles
cause I got
my own.

Don’t give me
your reasons
when mine
have all gone.

Don’t feed me
no lines
about the divine.
I don’t need a god
and you won’t
change my mind.
long enough
you’re going to get burned

No one comes out clean
except a stillborn

If I disturb you
unnerve you
then I’ve done something
I saw you die
I saw your skin melt away
into snow
on the side of the road
are you a moon dog now
I saw your breath
your life
float away into
a distant plane

— The End —