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Oh shit, speak of the devil,

not high, yet again, the clue is several,

on another level just to prove somehow,

i can truly still "hang out",

i lost a few then lost point of the cue,

aimed at the open table, what else could i do?

used to have you to show me the way

to hit the and keep the ball in play,

there is a darkness we can't rise above,

there is a certain darkness also with love,

once was enough, mom left me in the cradle,

then any other love i felt was proven fatal,

no post nasal, but i'm still sick

that i have the same feelings and can't seem to quit,

this ain't it, goodbye this dance is over,

time to count sheep and dream once again that i could hold her.