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what more could I ask for
then to read and write
you complain about emptiness
I'm full of love for light
I still speak for the night
in a note is a written quote
from what was wrote
a page and phrase for each phase
chunks of lumps in the throat
too much phlegm is a choke
had to speak plainly and openly
holding back nothing held on to
for so long slept like a baby
woke up grown wasn't in OZ
but far from home wilderness child
all alone listening for a echo to
"come back home" it was cold
I had no coat in the rain no skill
to build a boat a skull full of doubt
in the midst of a drought
no time to figure it out
always had a brand new vibe
did more than move
from side to side "I danced up a storm"
calculating each step
that walked on me you stick to
your story I'm sticking to
these guns trust is none
our love is null and void
you complain about my altitude
you gave me this attitude
I would have never gotten up
without you pulling me down
