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Sep 2015
when the drugs just won't let you rest

and your sleep is no longer a priority

your mind can't find any balance

your heart can't find any beat

and your lungs continue to cry

as long as your eyes are stained with salt

and your bones are as brittle as brittle could be

and your legs are almost out

your whole body is almost out

out of the life you had inside you

crawled right up through your mouth

to rot on the concrete

for others to laugh and see

just how broken your bones are

just how bad one can be
blue milk
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blue milk  america
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