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Thorns in my Pockets

thorns in my pockets
didn't know i'd keep
been fumbling my fingers
going down deep
bleeding without knowing
hands have gone numb
caught myself digging
back deep and undone

thorns in my pockets
hard to throw away
funny how they remind me
of much better days
days when the sun rose
and roses still bloomed
can't help but think of
nothing else that's new

thorns in my pockets
holes in the ground
pitch black houses
full moons, shadowhounds
empty brandy bottles
crumpled up sheets
hands dig back into pockets
i break down and weep

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