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tempted fate again last night;
made a wish, count to ten;
never looked up from my well worn shoes;
another year's past me like sign post's advertising all-nite diner's;
and would i to look up;
would your face reveal all that has left me stranded;
washed down this sour pill with a bottle of rye;
paint pictures with blood;
and the one who is comfort screams loudly my name;
she too paints pictures on hardwood floors;
standing naked before me with no shame or discomfort;
eyes locked on deeper things the panic is stifled;
the release that much more;
like dust in the wind;
or the heartache suffered by a 15 year old boy;
she swears on the first time he swears just at her;
then she flew out like superman and he carried on...