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I hang my coat I hang my hat I take two steps then I look back A mangled coat A fallen hat I place my keys Take off my shoes Stretch my legs Put on some blues Pour some scotch Light a cigar Sit in my chair Drift afar I blow out a ring It frames a picture An envelope on a table A hard oak table A stamp from back home A forsaken home From which I fled Left my room My desk my bed A good 5 years ago I Leave it there Let time repair The wounds which I left bleeding
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Home is where the hurt is
I hang my coat I hang my hat I take two steps then I look back A mangled coat A fallen hat I place my keys Take off my shoes Stretch my legs Put on some blues Pour some scotch Light a cigar Sit in my chair Drift afar I blow out a ring It frames a picture An envelope on a table A hard oak table A stamp from back home A forsaken home From which I fled Left my room My desk my bed A good 5 years ago I Leave it there Let time repair The wounds which I left bleeding
Home hurt wounds time blues cigar scotch
Zein-Khalil
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
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