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Swift Kick Kick around the dust a lil bit Get the taste back in my mouth Bitter and acid forming Heartburn but in a much more serious way Needing direct attention But where to Looking to the North star to guide me Thought I found it, but no Just another plane Moving While I sit right here Grass workin its way up my ankles Small nature abrasions Head in knees rocking Pulling the heads off dandelions To see if they can identify |
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