Everyone has their own drama
And retraces lines
In near-perfect steps.
Check under the table,
Gum and something won again,
So I just avoid the question.
Nothing is broken,
Just needing correction
But with running water
Running hot in my head,
I think I've been led
To damning connections.
You're dropping rocks in my river
Of the always-forgiver,
And these eyes are turning jaundice
From the strain on my mind's liver.
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