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Inside the Masonite The contour lines aren't dark enough Left behind a stark remark Start as a lark in the dark And you're smart for standing there Behind the mines But on top of boxes And piles of boxes Cigarette buts on the curb, left behind from following the curb line Down the road Around the mounds and above the dips Follow the curb line up Don't fall into a drain Because the drains will always lead you somewhere But they always end And they're never clean
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Stay on the curb
Inside the Masonite The contour lines aren't dark enough Left behind a stark remark Start as a lark in the dark And you're smart for standing there Behind the mines But on top of boxes And piles of boxes Cigarette buts on the curb, left behind from following the curb line Down the road Around the mounds and above the dips Follow the curb line up Don't fall into a drain Because the drains will always lead you somewhere But they always end And they're never clean
Doesn't make sense to anyone aside from me really
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
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