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Blacktop letters written out of chalk* that she might see me when school is over, Dripping thoughts fall onto your sidewalk, I could only tell you when I'm not sober It's not your fault Cryptic message written in the dark, All that haunts me is surely closure Locking hands floating through the park, They always watch me losing composure It's not your fault
