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(dirty leash)
with all the pent up silence, speaking the moment it's released
but you know it's the kind of feeling that transcends others
all hitting the windshield at once, offering a cigarette break from the chaos
yet never forgetting the point, still pondering what it all means
over the years, the land has laid a river over these old cemeteries
a fermenting concoction of fear and love, with subtle berry after flavors
it's as flawless as the workload of a cloud, dry as an old book with a good hook
mind you, it's like the perfect composition of dust and rust
I believe it's in that old dog, still out there, still dragging its leash