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Dirt Enough
It's a big deal!
Some might say a "steal"
but it's stale
and full of knots
For it's not real
so I wont feel
this frail
type of rot
I'm an old lie
sat in many times
that I whispered
truly black
It's a dark sky
asking who am I
but for them
you can't go back
Following shades
where the whisper folk stay
Shadows can be
so cruel
Spoil my days
Lay me out in ways
I've broken
all my own rules
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