I wound up clearing the table
For some pages and a can
In the pale last light
I found a dried out pen
That twisted in my hand
And my eyes in shreds across my cheeks

So try out this careful line
Watch it trail across the page like dirt
The world turned weak
When your love sounded new and truthful
Your promises for instance
There were none so they were kept

And try out this ancient page for consistency
The script is tight and the twists always work
Until you come to the part about learning


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