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Nov 2017
Winter, winter mornings
What you going to promise, promise me
Winter, winter morning
You might have been the diamond
Wasted like a diamond,

Wasted love
Untasted love

I am walking all your blocks
Onward to hopeless
***** passing ***** by
An asbestos blanket to wrap the homeless
A man who knows his worth
So falsely

The cold is painful
There's a ditch with my name in it
As the sun shines so brightly

Please don't see me, you see so kindly
Your kindness kind of gets to me
I still have some things left to lose
Time numbs until it doesn't
I was but then I wasn't
It wasn't too much to ask
Just too hard to be
I didn't like me once I met me
I don't think you can help me

The harder it is to look at
The more it needs to spill out
july hearne
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july hearne  seattle
(seattle)   
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