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Racing

With twisted words I’ll kill them all,
How do you jump but never fall?
We wash our clothes; draw a line in the earth,
Wait your turn just follow me first.

Use your tongue; count the teeth in your head,
It always stops but it never rests.
Two miles down and one mile left,
How do you race on baited breath?

We wash our clothes; draw a line in the earth,
If you can’t care then how do you hurt?
I drag the flesh away from the bone,
This is how the rest of us cope…
On missing out,
On this.

In all the ways your ghost manifests,
You think you have but you haven’t suffered yet.
We wash our clothes; draw a line in the earth,
Lie in the river and tell me it hurts…
You’re missing out,
On this.

With fickle words I’ll fix them all,
How do you win when you always stall?
You always stall…
You’re missing out,
On this.

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