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Coretta Scott Scream Shout

Dear precious, I write you. It's been a long time please spare me this emotional excess This won't hurt a bit, just the sting of a pin prick And out

At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waving a cigarette Jealous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips to be touching her lips Concrete

Mikey tell me something anything will do been driving around these tired streets for so long I find courage when you speak of what we're bound to Some

I've been clean for so long Clinging is a point of view Innocence I couldn't keep I bloody my hands at the taste of your body And in the morning when

Rose my hand an itch to satisfy but my hand had changed shape into a knife Abigail in a dream with a sheath coming to save me Don't cry for me (Begging

I am black keys scattered and afraid sounds like our notes could never agree Perfectly ivory play me something happy The eyes that trace cedar and feel