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In the retrospect of 31 years There's not much left for reasoning here And in the clearest of skies, I am the calmest of blues We tear down great walls To build smaller houses With bricks we’ve assembled without spouses Below the dust We took the crush and reassembled daily — temples Pockets — full of rocks and minerals — bobby pins and pencils Left sun blind, beside baby tooth and chapstick root Baptist proof, snake haven in the west, cave in Limestone chips - the son of father’s indecision Leftist reason mentioned as the soul’s religion There’s just one more left Stood on the last doorstep Clamped them forceps Force fed the death of reason Helped him grow even out of season Outers leaving as the innards gleaming There’s just one more left Stood on the last doorstep Clamped them forceps Letras de cancionesThe artery is breaking function Stop the bleeding is the heart’s compunction Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten A wool coat, that’s just being me Middle of the summer and I’m scared of being seen Heat wave, half way from being street brave Seat stained from bleak days And we holler while the beat plays Can’t understand us like the teen brain Trying to reason what the art is, and who’s the hardest, and where their heart is Critics overthink the truth in pain They want persona - but it’s the construct of a weak game And it falls harder and harder than it ever does Now that we’re bigger and brighter than it ever was But the tricks on us As the giant wipes his eyes of dust Begins collecting rubble Stumbles softly — scratches face stubble Grumbles something as the day humbles And the sun’s subtle shadows build a house above For other people’s troubles And never asked — for an ounce of love There’s just one more left Stood on the last doorstep Clamped them forceps Force fed the death of reason Helped her grow even out of season Outers leaving as the innards gleaming There’s just one more left Stood on the last doorstep Clamped them forceps The artery is breaking function Stop the bleeding is the heart’s compunction Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten I am the clearest of skies I am the calmest of blues From Letras Mania