Kevin C Hansen
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morning dust's cool bluelike the chalk on a pool cueit's all clicking like the ice cubes, in my glassthe splash of a tin roofs raindrops, bone dry when all of the pain stopsit always burns my throatwhen the pride is swallowedfrom the bottom of the bottle, or the barrel of a guni would take a shot for youi will never runi won't run out (2x)i'm like the bar full of rum, or the room full of doubtthe sky at sundownwatered down cloudi won't ever run out
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