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Nov 2014
I saw it eating out a hole in a cold stone wall
Feeding on fragments of nothing at all
It's just a mouse from a hole in my mind
It comes around with the whiskey and the wine

I've done days in the detox dives
Staring at the others, feeling half alive
Still can't believe half the things I see
Still convinced it couldn't happen to me

Black bat flew from out of nowhere
Flapping it's wings
These are a few of my favorite things
It sees the mouse
Color blind in the night
And the blood flows darker in black and white

I've spent nights tapped out in a daze
Sleeping with the others, it's all in a haze
This ain't the way it's supposed to be
Still convinced it couldn't happen to me
james arthur casey
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