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There are many things
I wish I could forget
It wasn't Even me who placed those bets
The cells Are gone
and something here is left
That wasn't there when he ran out of breath
Revolving shots
of things I don't condone
An honest fact - I'm glad I haven't won
Deservedly,
the light I held is gone
I buried it beneath a bulldozed lawn
A collar strapped around my inner thigh
Remote in hand, for all my last goodbyes
Spike of ancient heel inside my eyes
Shock until my mothers nature dies
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