it's just another pinch of the shoe
this rainy morning
where spring dawdles absurdly
and no way out
is no way out
I think I see where the bullshit sets in...
as long as I don't think about reality
my head won't throb and my blood won't boil
but even those reveries of anything but this
anywhere but here have a price...
even peace itself can be a struggle
but even this rainy morning
even that's another pinch of the shoe
and if I go far wrong...my feet will tell the tale....
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