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[burn_my_way]

Just as he hit the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway

The house half the way fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words:
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
A capulary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go