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let’s begin at the end of a bad yearwith bad things at my backa tragic truth i’ve been slow in learningis there are certain breaths you simply can’t retractevery deep cut, every back beatevery sound i send into the streetstill livingon display, ricocheting off of walls and drop ceilingsthe songs i spend on her never stop repeatingbut so it goes, these blunt punches stingbut they’re just glancing blowssearching for the heart of a thingthis snapshot’s all i can provideof a wet beach, a dry beachnot shifting of the tideevery deep cut, every back beatevery sound i send into the streetstill livingon display, ricocheting off of walls and drop ceilingsthe songs i spend on her never stop revealingthe songs i spend on her never stop repeating From Letras Mania