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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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