So you don't get to be a saint.
Martyrs never last this long...
Here's a marker, here's my naked skin,
Our Exhibit A.
Put a small x where I lost my way....
Let the rain be your applause, every encore soothe your rage.
Squint with on eye, hum a show-tune, and wait for your ride to say
"Oh, that's where you must have lost your way.
Megaphones in helicopters
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