Karen Riggs

i bet
its another promise- another promise i cant keep
i shy away as they smolder your eyes
with venom vomit and victory uncapable eyes
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i guess when your a junkie- your never safe of a relapse
i know better- i can identify this posion- the collapsing of the morning- the crash you cant figure out how to escape
those bleeding bags of powder that rape you of anything thats worthy inside you
you blame it on everything other than yourself
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this is no morbid sky
it may be packed whith how and whys
but this is no morbid sky
'i aint runnin away - not this time
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im sittin here a 1 woman wonder
wondering just where my place is in this timeless life
i get a call from a stranger who will either save me or make me recall my fathers hands- his hate- his rejection
he tells me his name- i hold him- so rapidly my emotion grows
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i sit here so relaxed- a miller light & a heart full of dynamite
i drink until the sun paces its flowered face over all of our nighttime shys
afternoon and the cold of the creased spaced window- they wake me to remind me im alive
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walk down main - nothings new to me
i never worry because i dont care about protecting myself
but theres some loose cannons- beggars- n ur their banquet
' how can a woman so quickly turn to dust?
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you call me up with such a rivers moan
erase the glittered polish off my nails alone
doll me up in the black brush- that changes white to night
we dance with the devil- until the red is white
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