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Nights spent with fingers crossed make it hard to return texts but the message I forgot? Whilst occupied with shit-talk and sliding 'cross these frosty sidewalks was you won't be forgot Coughing, choking down this spite I chew I'm through with slowly dying here and rotting out my youth. I know this stream of epithets pouring out my mouth sometimes missed its mark and unfairly wet you down I'm letting this town down, now But it always did the same, and shame's the only lesson I have learnt. So, with bridges burnt, I leave behind these Dow and Main Street blues Shoes worn through, I bid adieu to Broadway and Alger to the lumps in my throat      on the 5th Street bridge... Forgive me my distractions, dispositions and my scowls I'll reposition my tongue, now      for milder words But still... This place will ******* **** me if I don't leave, right now. So plant one on my cheek, or clasp my arm and see me out. This ghostly whisp of smoke has found its proper breeze and punched its ticket to touch nostrils in a new locale-- --Punched its ticket to say, **** it."      and pull a solid form      to cover all this ether in. The granite sky's eroding           --finally!-- Rocky dust falls down, lithic snowflakes But I'll shake it off my shoulders, now. I'm sick of sighing, sick of shame. Fed up with guilt, I settled my bill with all I can't forget              Because, "My kids will never scrap **** 'round here, And I won't die crying in a pint of beer..." (McGowan) I'll turn my back all fondly, But sneer into the wind.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
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Nights spent with fingers crossed make it hard to return texts but the message I forgot? Whilst occupied with shit-talk and sliding 'cross these frosty sidewalks was you won't be forgot Coughing, choking down this spite I chew I'm through with slowly dying here and rotting out my youth. I know this stream of epithets pouring out my mouth sometimes missed its mark and unfairly wet you down I'm letting this town down, now But it always did the same, and shame's the only lesson I have learnt. So, with bridges burnt, I leave behind these Dow and Main Street blues Shoes worn through, I bid adieu to Broadway and Alger to the lumps in my throat      on the 5th Street bridge... Forgive me my distractions, dispositions and my scowls I'll reposition my tongue, now      for milder words But still... This place will ******* **** me if I don't leave, right now. So plant one on my cheek, or clasp my arm and see me out. This ghostly whisp of smoke has found its proper breeze and punched its ticket to touch nostrils in a new locale-- --Punched its ticket to say, **** it."      and pull a solid form      to cover all this ether in. The granite sky's eroding           --finally!-- Rocky dust falls down, lithic snowflakes But I'll shake it off my shoulders, now. I'm sick of sighing, sick of shame. Fed up with guilt, I settled my bill with all I can't forget              Because, "My kids will never scrap **** 'round here, And I won't die crying in a pint of beer..." (McGowan) I'll turn my back all fondly, But sneer into the wind.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
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