Tuesday, February 5, 2008

bluesy folk

cut up my lungs to feel my breath
runnin in & out of my breasts
i got a notion to give you a call
i got emotions that cause me to fall
burn the papers i held so tight
in the wee hours of lonesome nights
i got a feelin to tell you my mind
i got wisdom that makes it unwind
throw pink cells into the trash
pull out the bottle & secret stash
i got a stone in the pit of my gut
i got regrets about my old mutt

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