The Absence of Wavelength

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Find Me A Dollar
(In This Mud)

where is your coat
warm me
where I lay
on sodden ground
i danced the lonely
dance with a stripper
she needed my comfort
felt my warmth
she lays here somewhere
close beside

where is your solace
beyond this late hour
the sainthood
that could give us honor
lost in this mud
where I wallow
trudge
like I have purpose
a beauty queen
now shove me your dollar

??




My scars are my own
I'm not willing to try
That is why
I hand you the knife
You're so willing to wield