The more I come to look at her
The more my face is clean
My cheeks taste salty.............again
The farther I make it forward
Is the Truth that backward?
Or am I focussing in too........much
I graze my knees if I fall
It's just a waste that's all
And my rib bones see the light....of day
My shadows nailed down
My instincts should drown
All the second thoughts........out
I eat cow
I'm settled down
Ireland beckons
But I fled my skin
My ghost is sad
I'm sad
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