one might still sway on one road a straight course so what wreck unfolds a jagged knotted pile i dont even know the way was the exit sign just a photograph of mine when we marked the lines were we all just drunk one might creak and shudder away just pave the blood to the road theres no blame without records no malice no blame if theres no past no malice no blame with no past and no memories weight no malice no blame with no past and no name no words no deeds just smoke to cloud and dissolve
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