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don't give me a dream
then put me to sleep
let me live until I
can't keep these eyes open
then close them
on me like so many
doors I faced
beating pavement
out of breath like
I been running
all this life
I know the good suffers
for the bad I can't claim
to be either one
split down the middle
between the two
twenty twenty
twining out of control
from the crown to the
bottom of the soul
hang a sign on the door
we're closed
only open to those
I can trust a little not a lot
even family members
on close surveillance
