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A New Watch

the blood stops like i got clots blocking these cold veins,
i got these old stains,
you know.. I was on hold from old chains,
but i broke 'em off with a dull blade..

i stay shrouded in old pains,
my mentality indicates i am a coward,
devouring sour flowers to cover my shame,
an hour later it came back in waves..

for a moment i am quick to get in,
get it lit and spit it off the top,
living visions till the minute hand stop,
fuck, it's time for a new watch..