blood confusion fustration

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  They say that the sap can cause a reaction  The way the pure, tart blood stains your fingertips  As you puncture each seed with feen and rejoice  
So many people rushing about Heading to Atlanta, to Seattle, to New York Only thinking of themselves, their destinations, their time. The man with the newspaper so wrapped up in the politics/sports
I hear them the frustrated tears beating at the back of my head the Confusion slithering it's tight hold on my heart that much tighter squeezing, gripping working its way into my blood stream
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