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Originally appeared on "On This Casual Decline" (2008) recorded by Dwane Hall in Buffalo, NY


Oh what a perfect mess we create
Secrets and shortcomings on display
Teachers and poets point the way
Winter makes me feel I’m suffocating

And I’d’a held on forever for you if I’d’a known you were there
And I just wish that it mattered to you

Impressions she left are here to stay
This heart’s been broken in just the same
Teachers and poets share our fate
Don’t it feel like everything’s beyond escaping