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Strings

Sometimes I chew on my lip so hard

that I make myself bleed,

I can taste the Iron

as Iron and Wine is playing

 

All the invisible strings

making us dance like fools

and sometimes we fall down

and the invisible strings help us back up.

 

I get so frustrated that I cant grab my string

cut it off

and Finally

Be

Free

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jam-rock
33 / M / American
Published
Apr 3, 2020
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