It's a new year, a different time
It's a new poem, a different rhyme
The new spin, a different fall
The new hurt, a different call.
Some young blood, a changed man
A young explorer, a changed land
The young try, on changed terms
The young lost, with changed worms.
I'm a clean slate, becoming dust
A clean shield, becoming rust
The clean woman, becoming lead
The clean man, becoming dead.
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