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i say more when the pen bleeds
and say less when its empty
they make threats
false friends open enemies
like make it make sense

step in to the breach when you said you would let me down easy
the teller read from the tea leaves
shes telling me it seems bleak
dream weaving
static on the tv screen
my g on his deen
he pleads to the skies
when he sees mist
i had a crisis with faith and my credence
this time doesnt wait it still reeling in 
hands hiding my face
fight fire with flames
the tight rope tapered
each step is my last
closed off but arms wide open
got the globe in my palm revolving 
Maharishi scarf with Carhartt cargos
u left me in the dark but the stars glow
make it look it hard  but its no task bars down to a fine art like Kahlo

kahlo (watevr it takes!)

kip c