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Anna go, whisper your phrases of Poe, whisper under the night.
There's a driver eating edibles in the front seat, a daughter dressed in white.
Your son is smoking cigarettes, losing sleep with the thought of any boy.
Our future is uncertain, just searching for something more.
Your action, reaction, contraction of you fist.
And you question the devastation, unconscious in the backseat of a Ford Crown Vic.
It's just words, but sometimes the words will do just it.
Your jack & coke whispering phrases of poetry beneath the leaves
Your abusing your medication, lying motionless beneath your favorite White Oak tree.
Searching for your savior, to sweep you right off your feet.
Confusing your reality for Cinderella's dreams.
It's just words
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