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I once fell off a train with nothing left to gain but a hipbone to my head.
Slippin down the cracks of another sidewalk under-standing next to you,
eating dandelion leaves to understand the depths of you.
Ants crawl down my face, bringing me crumbs for the day I wake again.

I once fell off a train with nothing left gain but a hipbone to my head.
Slippin through the dirt instead of oil from your dirty motives,
itching from the scratches from the roots that bind my feet and ground me.
Ants crawl down my face, bringing me crumbs for the day I wake again.

Ants crawl down my face, bringing me crumbs for the day I wake again.

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