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coul'd i have sooner seen the signs?
there were none
those nights to think that you'd been playing
with that loaded gun
the sharpened knife
the silent sho't
the air was cold
the spoon was hot

linoleum
you laid down upon it
when your song was sung
i stumbled upon it
and now i can't get it out of my mind

i've since moved into the wood
with tubes filled with molasses
know that i did what i could
but strips of your shirts are tourniquets

now i'm following in your steps
i'm following your tracks

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