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Candle Maker

by The Black Bile

He Sold Energy To Pay The Pills.
He Left The Mob But He Didn’t Go Home.
Inspiration Struck Like Lightning.
His Hat Flew As The Wind Picked-Up.
Inside The Mind, Behind His Eyes,
Always Feeling The Highway.
Half The Time He Don’t Know.
Here Comes The Next Corner To Nowhere.
Figures You’d Seek The Corner Of Your Eyes.
It’s Always Been Him
And He’s Always Been Me.
My Muse Fleeting
And My...

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