Pockets stuffed with hands and pavement catching stares
Dropped to avoid
Sweep it under the rug, keep it under your hat.
If
A stop-gap fix for one slightly damaged life half-lived
But from
How many times do you really find your life
To fit
If anything, it's proof positive,
if ever there was a candidate.
In
A respectable second, but the memory's different
and I'd rather forget,
A life in exposed pipes and unpainted walls
A frame without
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