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Gain What You Will...

She calls to me to slip, slip. I am never sliding down I’m softly holding on my hip all the secrets that she hates. Hates to love the part of her hates to know I tell the truth Wants to value life and limb while giving credit not to Him. Much too much of drink and such always living for the touch of freedom Call me when you’re up at night Drink worn off at day breaks light I’ll try not to hold on tight while we bleed together Sister mine and sister be nothing bad is ever free You will sell and constantly be bought. Call to me to slip and slide watching your pale suicide I will gather up my life and flow on my own river.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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