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i've put together houses but have no home
i've helped souls but have none of my own
i think about having nothing to call thee throne
i'd kill it all but have never thrown a damn thing
into the river
i have never bathed clean
i have never sacrificed
what i should do to have it smoke free
there is something...
something around...
something about it sits around
waiting to get paid
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I've read this several times now and I read something new into it each and everytime. You have an incredible way of colorizing thoughts here. I love it.
