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"LifeLine"
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South Side Of Love LifeLine
It sits on the counter
half-empty
half-full
doesn't matter
there's two more in the cabinet
where it came from.
Fuel for my pen
blood in my ink
pity resting
at the bottom,
where the well never runs dry.
The portraits in the mirror
brushed by Jose'
the statues staring back
carved in crown clay,
one drips in tears
the other crumbles in regret,
as daybreak beckons
another twist of salted pages
and bottled memories,
that I can never lay down.
