In the dumps

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Well here goes retrospect

when a man gets into your soul,
there is no looking back,
like tossing, turning, feinding
for that wildn out,
like staring at the clock,
when the work is piling up,
like waiting on that text,
getting pinned up against the wall,
well tossed, wide open,
eyes rolled back,
the money is low,
happy?
you stay close eyed, wrapped in dark limbs,
making sacrifices.
When a man gets into your soul
the other woman comes out,
the misery starts
like watching pages,
checking messages
reading micro expressions
just to be sure, praying...
With the sole all gone,
here you go rocking in circles,
screeching for whys,
all these sacrifices,
have you looking crazy,
like the stink from this hangover,
you got to clean up,
you got to shake the fuckery,
show up with different strokes,
you got to live,
and make better sacrifices.



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