In the Form

Lessons

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In the form of lipstick on my neck

of blond hair on my shirt

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In the form of words I should have kept

of words I should have learned

In the form of beer still on my breath

of ways I could have swerved

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Lessons

In the form of ink put on my chest

of violence, hate and blood

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In the form of men I’ve laid to rest

of tears and prison mud

In the form of days I’ve eaten dust

of times I’ve prayed to god

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Lessons

In the form of chains I finally left

of aching hearts that yearned

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In the form of words she always kept

of words I never earned

In the form of love that starts again

of lessons finally learned

by

Michael Traven

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