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CIRCLES, CIRCLES
Mik Ellis
Walking blocks in the freezing cold,
taking corners I don’t know,
because I sold my soul
to the vomit in the snow
Taking corners I don’t know,
and on my hands and knees I pray
to the vomit in the snow,
but never had much to say
On my hands and knees I pray,
Goddamn my body’s mutiny
but never had much to say,
while slumped under the maple tree,
Goddamn my body’s mutiny!
Thinking makes my stomach hurt,
while slumped under the maple tree,
my blood is thin, my lungs are burnt
Thinking makes my stomach hurt,
walking blocks in the freezing cold,
my blood is thin, my lungs are burnt
because I have no soul.
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