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It Looks Like Coffee On These Walls

It looks like coffee on these walls
But I know it’s much deeper than that
It’s a stain caused by years of cheating
These barriers have seen it all
Their eyes don’t lie
For their story is long and intricate
And I, myself, am part of this lingering and twisting road
I’m guilty, so shoot me
I’ll be just another blemish on the wall
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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