bad hands can't be helped
turn the page let some days
slip away unmourned like
artificial flowers on a grave
go back often reconsider
what you might have said
if you thought you had to
know better and be right
so much smart writing for
money or something to do
or be can't think itself past
supposedly fun trivialities
yes it hurts don't forget it
is only music even if good
only what you choose to
pay attention in the dark
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