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With The Roaches I Share

With the Roaches I share
An inanimate Stare
And a messed up appearance
That I cannot bear
A Thought without clearance
And one that’s not fair
 
The rocks are to hide
Not toss them aside
Create my own stains
And wash them with pride
And as if it rains
There’s no way to cry

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