I see the cryptic scripture
In the blood
That runs down the drain
It forms the letters of my life,
I spill a story from my vien
My past, present, and disillusioned future,
It swirls away
And only rusty spots remain
Crystal clear water washes
This living ink away
Wipe away my words
Before the tile stains.
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The Road To Nowhere
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