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Death Grip

Do you like the idea,
  after its meaning has changed

Do you hang onto the past,
  when this moment sets you free

Do you continue to grieve,
  as pure joy calls your name

Do the lyrics that you sing
 -suture tight or still bleed

(Las Vegas Boulevard: 2:30 A.M. January, 2018)


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