Hombres Malvados

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I got nothing right now but knowing I got to hold tight
and hope she don't throw me.



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I have lost the way words used to move in me and everything is
wind-scoured and dust ruined and bone dry. Dessicated.
That's a word. Bereft is another. Something has taken my measure
and finds me wanting. I wander through the rooms of my life
and everywhere it is one door closing on the next.


And me befuddled.


I'll be dog.


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I have always believed like a child in the power of love.
I won't quit it, though shaken in the maw of a great, angry beast.

I will believe.


But when the beast has tired of sport and I lie busted in the dirt
I get my doubts.



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I got my doubts after all.


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