This anger in me, I can't take a breath.
Like steam in the engine, it propels me ahead.
Don't know where I am, unless you're behind.
Give me a look, back to square one.
Counting the money, salvations spent.
Same old habit, who, where & when.
Love is a foreign country, one trip a time.
The spirit drains, in laughters and wine.
Drain.
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