Pisces and a Paradox
PISCES AND A PARADOX
You’re just a letter in a box
A note in a pocket
In a pair a pants I wore threadbare
You grew into miss moldy locks
The queen of the heap
Where the past lies in piles
Guess my values were cheap
And my standards were loose
I fell in fist first
Just a mouthful of sleep
A stain I spit out
To color my face
My portrait in disgrace
The places I was framed
Fit me like a suit
A wardrobe like a vase
Pieces of a hole
Pisces and a paradox
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