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I’m somewhere within the perils of life
From what I neglected to say
And held prisoner within my life
Within a cortex of gray

My lips quiver to confess my sins
But my spirit’s still committed to run
Weakness has come over my skin
But my mind’s still a loaded gun

I’ve written so many books on love
Heartaches and fates
As I sifted through ashes and ruins
Of what’s not the hearts to keep

I’ve lonely eyes
Beneath washed away skies
And a heart that hurts to breathe
I hope some day in a memory
I’ll find where I placed me

Author's Note

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