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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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