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bruises


a heart may be precious
but it's not a diamond
and papercuts bleed

a heart is a muscle
but it's not invincible
and races fatigue

purple mountains pierce potential
blues roil on the sea
black drowns ambition
can anybody shield me from

these bruises
on my heart
the hemorrhage
of my soul
yes, i know the blood is flowing
but it's clear to me it's going
down the drain

a mind holds such fire
but it's not an island and
bridges burn quickly

a mind is the center
but its social life
often steers it toward apathy

purple mountains pierce potential
blues roil on the sea
black drowns ambition
can anybody save me from

these bruises
on my heart
the hemorrhage
of my soul
yes, i know the blood is flowing
but it's clear to me it's going
down the drain

a soul is eternal
but joy is elusive
(though laughter is free)

a soul is untethered
but today it's here and now
today must be seized

purple mountains pinpoint potential
blues roil on the sea
black blinds inhibitions
will anybody ever free me from

these bruises
on my heart
the hemorrhage
of my soul
now i know the blood is flowing
but it's clear to me I'm going
down the drain

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