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Apr 2013
J.R
had a dream we took a road trip
all round the southern states
you taught me how to shoot a gun
taught me how to be his son

i walked you through confession
every chapel we set foot in
i told you how i bound my chest
showed you how i hid my breast

but you beat me out a dozen times
scotch on the rocks, blood in my socks
said to you i couldnt walk no more
you told me id been here before

in mississipi you got whiskey-****
tried to ruin me in pearl river
i heaved my shoulders, cut my breath
laid in the reeds and waited for death

i rolled your **** and laced your boots
tallahassee took us kindly
you sat among the palm trees
just watched me bruise my knees

hit the end near south carolina
woke up lonely, woke up wet
said a prayer quick for my young soul
showered for hours; wished i was whole
ns ezra
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ns ezra  scotland
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