Things I do, things I’ve done
Places that I tried to run
I cannot run from anymore
For I’ve become part of the floor
And so spill out more poems’ lines
A martyr for some worthy cause
I part my lips and without pause
I whisper a song, I whisper a song
The tune is right, the words are wrong
And so spill out more poems’ lines
Poem’s lines, poem’s lines
Haven’t I said this many times?
I just may kill you in your sleep
I just may wash your feet
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