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Black Poppy Wine
04:47
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Black poppy wine, I know you:
Crushed and bitter; dark and fine.
Melt in a glass bowl,
Bring me down low.
Black poppy wine, I know you:
Be a needle; come push it through.
Hit my mouth like a freight train,
Rot me out from inside my veins.
Because when I'm sleeping,
I don't dream anymore without dying at the end.
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Esau
05:13
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I have always loved you, or at least at first I did.
The night I saw you dying with your wet pack of cigarettes,
with the porch lights out, I started running to the back yard fence.
If I could make it to the other side, I thought I'd never see you again.
Every good thing goes
Every good boy grows to hate his own good son
Brother, you left all your friends on the barber's floor when you cut your hair.
And if I had cracked your ribs while I swung at you in the winter air
then I'd find nothing but a stomach full of liquor, a cavity there,
where you'd sold your precious organs to pay your cross-town fare.
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