I promise I won't put it down
You carry this too
Heavy, groaning truth
But we don't have to swallow all of it
And I know I should have the sense to spit
But I'm so thirsty now
Even mud feels good going down
And if I could get these ends to fuse
It might shut out my blackest views
That texture was so good
But I'd forget it if I could.
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