Clueless
At times you dont know What to think about,
Whether its right or wrong.
Combining images and words,
So they can form a bond.
Drawing blanks to the brain,
like a defective gun.
To an infamous outlaw,
with no where to run.
Lead me the way,
out of this dark hole.
Warm me with your guidance,
away from this cold.
-Courtney Spruils
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