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shes mean


Sorrows of joy
Bound in tears that can’t roll
An alloy of pain and no gain
These streets are mean
As I stare through the casement maybe to
Catch a glimpse of hope
But no
The grinding the gnashing
Metallic pounds
Dusty spheres
Smoky…
Smoked out the sight out of me
So I turn to my melodies
La la la – la la la la la- la – la…
Something’s a miss
I can’t get the bridge
The melody is not right
I might change it
Can I?
Am confused
I can’t make the song the cry
Yet I can’t see them coming down my eyes
The pain within
The fears foreseen
The tiring limbs…
Held together in this crumbling scene,
Oh my, these streets are mean.

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