Black Lead

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Paint yourself in black
Black lead
Hang it all up with the coats
On the rack with the pegs that transform love

Into cloaked tents
Where we’ll hide the vodka and store little notes
Along with yesterday’s concert tickets that
We never planed to use

But when the lights begin to fade
But when it’s tucked into bed
Unscrew the lid and pour it all over
Melt lead

Transform it all into puddles and little mounds of black tar
With little notes stuck on
Be careful not to tare them off
Ever

The sunshine always heats the earth
Burned everything away
Leaving ashes
Puddles and mounds
All black





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